I’ve been informed that running outside in this
will guarantee an all-day headache. Our entire city is a literal health hazard until we get some snow. Still, the pink clouds and elusive blue sky are kind of picturesque, aren’t they?
It’s just plain sad the the darkest and bleakest month of the year is, by necessity, also a time of calorie restriction and budget consciousness. Oh, I understand why– my waistband and credit card bill are bulging too– but it just seems like we could all use a cup of hot chocolate and a bit of frivolous spending right now.
And even if I get my run in at the gym, the smog seeps through the cracks and windows of my life in January. I have to work to stay happy. Yesterday, I tucked my camera under my shoulder and photographed the moments that made me smile.
It’s good. January is good.