I’m sure I’ve said it before here, but January is a tough one for me. So many things I can do, even more I should do, but so few I want to do.
January, in the Northland, brings cold and grey, with the constant threat of snow. Or worse, snow and wind. The air smells cold, crackling cold, if that is possible, like sticking your head in the deep freeze on a hot July afternoon. Jarring. Relentless. No quarter offered or given. Standing outside, even when sheltered from the wind and dangerous wind chills, exposed skin starts to freeze in just a few minutes, causing the uncomfortable tingle-sting of beginning frostbite on the cheeks and fingertips.
Unless it is today. Today the sun is shining, the sky is the color of a fragile Robin’s egg, and the temperature is flirting with 40F. Today is the exception to January’s frozen-fisted tyrannical rule. The ever contrary Northland weather makes me feel sorry for the weather man.
But if you don’t like the weather today, hang around for it will change - as if in just a few hours you traveled to another continent - or to another planet.
A Hundred Miles Or More: A Compilation
You’re Just A Country Boy
Away Down The River
Sawing On The Strings
Down To The River To Pray
How’s The World Treating you
The Scarlet Tide
You Will Be My Ain True Love
I Give You To His Heart
Get Me Through December
Lay Down Beside Me