Mid-Jan

Like a long-ago friend, the cold has settled in. Those summer nights sleeping with the windows wide open, listening to the peepers’ throaty hum, might as well be a memory from a long ago life.

With gusto, the girls ski, their appetites enormous, their cheeks red as cardinal feathers.

Halfway through January, we’re meshed in winter’s routine, with so much of the season ahead. In breaks of thaw, memories of spring will tease us again, reminding us of loosening earth, the rustle of rain on leaves. Robins singing their love songs.

It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible, at least, apprehensible, but unreachable.

— Louise Glück

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Kid note. Sunday afternoon.

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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3 Responses to Mid-Jan

  1. BeeHappee says:

    Oh, I LOVE that photo!!! In so many ways! 🙂 I like that quote too, the difference between Want and Desire as Robert Bly put it. And Cardinal red cheeks.

    Like

  2. Glad you like the photo. It’s a particular favorite of mine 🙂

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  3. Tanya says:

    I love the photo too!

    Like

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