The lifting

A new year, a new month and already things feel a little lighter. I am glad to leave December behind.

These words from one of the songs on Henry's CD keep coming to mind:

Oh little red bird
Come to my window sill
Been so lonesome
Shaking that morning chill
Oh little red bird
Open your mouth and say
Been so lonesome
Just about flown away

So long now I've been out
In the rain and snow
But winter's come and gone
A little bird told me so
—Gillian Welch


It is cold here, too bitter to even go for a walk, and yet it does feel like winter has come and gone with the another December behind me.

It will come again, but for now I am back out of the rain and snow. And every now and then I see one of the red birds that remind me of my Henry.