January Moon
The moon is full on January 30, 1999.
It rose early, about 5:30 pm, behind our house, almost directly in the north sky. It is very white and the cloudless sky glows a deep twilight blue behind it. Almsot the same shade of blue as the sky on my holiday snowman placemats. Bare branches are silhouetted directly in front of it with the softer shapes of evergreens to the right. To the west, the sun is already down, pink and peach sky reflecting up to paler blue, streaked with mauve stripes and ending in a darker purple cloudbank. One evening star shines above and a line of Canada geese fly past with mournful cries.
Where is the woman who wrote that? Is she still inside me at all? I was living in Ashburn Virginia when I wrote that and I was only working part-time. How many things have changed in 13 years and where do I fit into it all?
I feel I am struggling with many things but also succeeding in some areas. There is so much I want to do and I feel the weight of the years pressing down on me. I don't run around as I did in my 30's anymore. I wish I had the energy I used to have. But most of all, I want to find my voice.
It snowed a little on New Year's Eve. So far the winter has been quite mild. It will be cold for a few days, like the last couple- with bitter wind, but then it warms up again and the snow melts, which is very odd. This was the first brown Christmas I can remember in a long time. I certainly don't miss driving in the snow. The daily commute is much less of a hassle without the ice and snow. It is supposed to warm up again in a couple of days and so the snow should melt again.
I'm hoping I can get up early on Wednesday morning to see the meteor shower (Quadrantids?) It's supposed to be a good show this year.
The moon is full on January 30, 1999.
It rose early, about 5:30 pm, behind our house, almost directly in the north sky. It is very white and the cloudless sky glows a deep twilight blue behind it. Almsot the same shade of blue as the sky on my holiday snowman placemats. Bare branches are silhouetted directly in front of it with the softer shapes of evergreens to the right. To the west, the sun is already down, pink and peach sky reflecting up to paler blue, streaked with mauve stripes and ending in a darker purple cloudbank. One evening star shines above and a line of Canada geese fly past with mournful cries.
Where is the woman who wrote that? Is she still inside me at all? I was living in Ashburn Virginia when I wrote that and I was only working part-time. How many things have changed in 13 years and where do I fit into it all?
I feel I am struggling with many things but also succeeding in some areas. There is so much I want to do and I feel the weight of the years pressing down on me. I don't run around as I did in my 30's anymore. I wish I had the energy I used to have. But most of all, I want to find my voice.
It snowed a little on New Year's Eve. So far the winter has been quite mild. It will be cold for a few days, like the last couple- with bitter wind, but then it warms up again and the snow melts, which is very odd. This was the first brown Christmas I can remember in a long time. I certainly don't miss driving in the snow. The daily commute is much less of a hassle without the ice and snow. It is supposed to warm up again in a couple of days and so the snow should melt again.
I'm hoping I can get up early on Wednesday morning to see the meteor shower (Quadrantids?) It's supposed to be a good show this year.
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