I was suffering from a case of cabin fever on Saturday and so I put on my sneakers and my walking gear and headed out the door. This was the sky on Saturday afternoon. I pressed on, trying to ignore the wind and side stepping puddles of water. About 20 minutes into my walk my little phone went “bleeeeep” and it was a message from my neighbour, Diana, offering me a cup of tea and a visit. I spun around quicker than you could say “cup of tea” and I walked, double time, straight to her front door and rang the bell. I made to her house in record time, not the least bit out of breath. It mattered not that the sky was grey nor that I got a bit of water on my sneakers.
I think this is what January days are made for.
(Here is a photo of a winter storm in Porthleven, Cornwall. The photo is not mine.)