These kinds of mornings are the reason why the week between Christmas and New Year’s day is my favorite week of the year. Work and various projects are suspended in time, the new year seems (somewhat naively) full of promise, there’s a lot of cooking going on in the house, lots of time for reading big books and watching movies, hanging out with friends and family and taking long walks in the snow.
And then there’s the knowledge that this kind of happiness is brittle and could be taken away in a few minutes.
