On Christmas day we drove to Maryland. Yesterday we came back. We left an eerie warm Boston day in the high 60s, packing a jacket only in luggage, and a week later we returned to a more familiar January.
Of course, among other things, we missed the first snow of the season. Patches first appearing on the sides of the road on Rt 209 in the Delaware River Gap. Of course, it did not snow in Maryland. The day after Christmas we played tennis in the sun.
Over the rolling hills and expansive farm country beneath clouds that borders Maryland with Virginia, in rain and fog and at dusk I drove. From one brand new community development to another. Their ordered streets a barrier against all that wildness.
In Chinese, the expression for what one must do to go back to work after an extended vacation is to “pull the heart in” (收心). I think this is an accurate description of what self-discipline feels like. To pull the heart in. To find smaller joys.