In The Dim Morning Light

I’m sitting here in my cozy home with the Christmas lights shining in the dim morning light.

In The Dim Morning Light, a tree hovers over a road.

It’s one of those gray December days when you just want to turn on the stove and sit back. Let the warmth wrap you in an embrace.

“It’s a gray morning. A roll-over-and-snuggle-deeper-in-the-covers morning.” – Kate Messner

It’s one of those days when music and candlelight help to ease the grayness that threatens to hover all day. The clouds are heavy with impending rain.

The fallen leaves are swirling in the breeze, lifted up with little effort. Falling back to the ground with a soft sigh.

It’s one of those days for reflection. Remembering things you haven’t thought about in a very long time. Memories that come on in whether you invite them to or not.

“Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.” – Samuel Ullman

Railroad tracks that go on and on.

Time slips on by without even the turning of a page.

I have more days behind me than in front of me. And I’m okay with that knowledge. For nothing lasts forever.

Not the spring that turns into summer. Or the fall that eases into winter.

“Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.” – Mark Twain

There are grooves in my skin when I look in the mirror. Deepening creases that seem to have come to be a part of my face overnight and that will never go away.

The turning of a tide. The ebbing of the ocean waves. Wind-driven to flow in and out across the sand.

Time just passes no matter what you do. So you might as well savor the minutes. The hours that turn into days.

The life that breathes in and out with little effort.

“The sky still appeared unable to make up it’s mind whether it wanted to rain or not.” – J.K. Rowling

I will welcome the rain that taps against my face as I tilt it upward. And I’ll watch it fall from the gray, gray sky like tiny infant breaths.

It comes in on the breeze from the open window while the curtains lift and dance.

Rain is the music that coaxes seedlings out of the earth.

The scent of it is cornfields in the country. Spring leaves when they first appear.

Rain smells like fresh beginnings.

“Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, and the youngest you’ll ever be again.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

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I'm Brenda, creator of Cozy Little House. I live with my cat, Ivy, who keeps me laughing. I graduated from journalism school with a degree in professional writing and won awards for feature writing. I practice gratitude and enjoy my solitude. The glass is always half-full.

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11 Comments

  2. Beautifully written, Brenda. Yes- there is affirmation in aging-that we are still here and, barring the way we look, still feel the same. Hugs- Diana

  3. I am blessed to live in sunny San Diego. But, when every day is just like the day before, the occasional gray day is a welcomed change. And rain. I love the rain. Our drought has been too severe, and has lasted far too long. I miss the rainy Ohio days with thunder and lightening.

    1. I grew up in California and the changes are subtle, yet they are there if you look. I love where I live now though home is there. You have to visit the mountains to see more dramatic changes. I miss the winter rains when there wasn’t drought and the fog as it crept into the coastal canyons and settled in the forest. I miss the California poppies and wildflowers in spring, the vineyards in autumn and the oak studded hills. I miss the sailboats in the harbor, watching the whales, the shore birds, the harbor seals and the nearness of the sea.

  6. Beautiful and expressive feelings, thoughts, and words Brenda.
    I also love ❤️ the quotes.
    Even though I try to remember a few, always forget.
    Illinois is cold.
    Doesn’t take much these days to make me feel frozen.
    That’s old age!
    I’m always cold.
    No matter what I wear to cover up, still have chills and shakes.
    My hands are always a problem.
    Gloves do not help.
    Putting a cozy soft blanket works nicely!
    This weekend we are putting up our trees ,,,,,,,🌲 🎄 ,,,,,, so fun!!!

  8. It’s a cold rainy day here in So Cal and I am welcoming it. We need rain so bad. I went out to feed the chicks and horse and although it isn’t currently raining wind is blowing the water off the trees and dripping on you and it felt so good. We are slated for several days of rain and that’s fine. Your writing today was beautiful as ever.

  9. Your writing is exquisite, Brenda. It’s a clear, crisp day here in NJ but your post almost makes me wish it was a gray day, begging for me to stay inside. You expressed my sentiments about getting older in a nutshell – time passes, so savor the moments. Enjoy your day today!

  10. I remember those dull, dark bone chilling days which were British winters. The sun hardly ever shone in the wintertime. Even though I was born there I had to get away, I found it very depressing.
    I mostly love Canadian winters because even when it is a very cold winters day usually the sun will shine. Of course, we get more snow here which I loved at first but now not so much. The good thing is that Canadian houses are so much warmer than English houses or at least the ones I lived in.
    We have been here since 1973 and not once have I thought I wanted to go back, only for a visit.

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