I find little shame to admit

That even with all the bustle of the year

I can’t but help to glance longingly backwards

To the time where we were all

–Just a little–

On break.

Back when lights twinkled in windows

And meals felt sumptuous

And everything was just a little less


On break.

Don’t we all need a little more time on break?

Time for snowflakes to stick to the long eyelashes of black ponies

For rivers to sparkle in the waning solstice light

For evening martinis to fade into strong, late-morning coffee

And jammy pants

With no guilt.

The Scandanavians find ways to embrace long winters

Why do we not find the Americans in this state

Snuggled by their fires in their neatly patterned sweaters

Slowing down, keeping warm

Taking their cue from the natural state of the world?

The phone dings loudly

The Mac tweets metallically

With little consideration for its rude tone

Back to work

Break is over

And the waiting game begins

At least til spring sends a tentative telegram to once again have hope

Until that day, keep the sweater

The strong coffee

The fire

Keep it all for now

And maybe the jammy pants too.

By Shauna Stephenson. Shauna Stephenson has been a writer, photographer, communicator and conservationist for nearly two decades, the past decade being spent at Trout Unlimited, working on projects…