The sun is bright, the air is cold
my eyes are tired, my bones grow old

It's looking like a beautiful day .. I have to squint to look out at the (still) snow covered lawn.  Which reminds me I need to go open the front door and let the heat that is trapped between it and the glass storm door free so I can enjoy it, feet curled up beneath me, one foot falling asleep, one knee starting to protest "we're too old for this".

I hobble to the front door, because my foot did fall asleep and is sending needles up my ankle, open it and feel the heat hit me, close my eyes and can almost imagine summer when I will go sit on the front steps with my coffee until I'm so hot I have to come back inside.

I'm content.  I look around me and see what nearly 25 years in one house has brought about .. one huge stuffed elephant slumped against the newest chair in the room, newest but not most favorite.   My favorite chair is the retro orange (upholstered by my mother in law years ago) chair that inspired all the other spots of orange in the room.  Who knew 20 years ago I would have orange in my living room?  Oldest daughter Briana is delighted.  I let her paint the bathroom, she and her siblings used, whatever color she wanted and found out years later that she hated it once it was done, but didn't dare admit it.  Not a great shade of orange, but we lived with it for 8 years.

Looking beyond this room into the kitchen I see the tulips hubby brought home to me.  Yellow tulips, the color of sunshine.

I think I will bundle up and take a walk in that wonderful sunshine.