Bare but far from Barren
My mom and I were driving home one winter evening. We were on our way home from getting groceries for the week, this was our Monday ritual. As we drove along the familiar road I stared at the windshield. I was lost in thought looking over it’s frost-covered edges at the intricate patterns the ice crystals had formed while we had been inside shopping. I watched as the growing heat from inside the car radiated onto the glass, causing them to slowly shrink and recede into droplets. It was a common winter pastime of mine when lost in thought. I began thinking about how excited I had been for this week's grocery haul in particular. Tomorrow marked the first day of the first full week of the new year, which meant tomorrow morning I would be feasting on toaster waffles and cantaloupe for breakfast. See, Mom liked to celebrate the first day of the first full week of every year with an over the top breakfast. It was her idea of starting the new year right.
