A hint of color
Late afternoon wreath, home
Epiphany has come and gone—alas, without any real epiphanies—and while the Christmas decorations indoors have been pretty much taken down, we always leave at least a few outdoor decorations in place to lessen the grayness of the "bleak midwinter." The late afternoon sun even seemed to shine a bit of warmth on the old barn-boards of the door I built years ago, and the combination of light and the red of the jaunty wreath my wife crafted for the celebration whispered to those already afflicted with Seasonal Affective Disorder: "Don't be sad... there are better days ahead..." Of course, it could be said of me that I'm hoping for worse days ahead, and those would certainly cure what has been ailing me—lack of the proper season disorder.