ships at sea

Winter is kind of like a sea voyage.  There are lulls and storms and an occasional rogue wave.

But we get through it.  Every year, the storms and winds come and we sigh and secure the decks.

I don’t necessarily think this is a bad thing.  There is serenity to be found on these quiet winter days.

Spending time spent reading or cooking feel appropriate.  I am actually watching the growth of my bulbs. A tiny bit everyday until their green shoots start to grow faster towards the sun.

The days have routines, mostly me driving busy children and feeding hungry children.

When the day comes to a close and I retire to my cozy room, I listen to the quiet interrupted only by the creaks of this very old house. Almost like that of  the wind blowing against an old ship at sea.