A glorious January day in New York.
The sun is warming the land and our hearts, easily melting the remains of snow scattered on our lawns. The air is mild, gentle, the sky is an intense blue, smiling down on our earth, bursting with the promise of new hope.
The birds are settling, once again, on the trees’ bare branches, tentative, quivering with the fresh joy of a new beginning. Could it be? Early spring for us all? Perhaps.
In the heart of dreary winter, a winter that has lasted for longer that we ever expected, this break in the dark scatters the thrills of rebirth, as we all leap toward the future that looks gloomy no more.
Free and light I feel, young and powerful. I close my eyes and surrender to the caress of this Janu
ary sunshine, linger in its welcoming embrace.
Yes, the sun also rises and conquers the fears of the darkest night.
Bursting with energy, I pull ingredients out of pantry and fridge, exuberant. Which cake should I make, Apple, Almond Paste, Pound, chocolate? And my pappardelle await the sausage ragù that is in the works, because the good parmigiano I got, the golden olive oil and the desire to cook with renewed joy and relief.
Oh what a magnificent January day it is, summer in winter, fresh air to sweep away the decay of old, dirty snow.
The world is alive again. Live your life, you good people, raise your eyes to the sky and marvel at the splendor of deep turquoise, limpid and pure once again.