it was a shivering december weekend, one for bundling up, treats from the wafels & dinges truck, and episodes of the crown
(we're hooked!). we strolled through central park, our hands warmed by hot coffees, observing the changing of the guard -- vast grey skies, stripped branches, a delicate layer of ice settled over the pond. husband did santa claus things while i enjoyed a saturday afternoon with meg -- a chatty lunch over steaming bowls of green curry & a matinee of holiday inn.
i burrowed into my great-grandmother's red and white knit blanket and called upon my heart to hold on to this one: a hissing radiator, winter's first snowflakes falling softly in the street, husband moving about the kitchen, shuffling through the spice cabinet, making sunday meatballs.
Please let Mr. Brown know he will be on meatball duty in the Moyer household next week. XOReplyDelete