Snapshot

I see gray skies through the kitchen window.  Against the sky, branches are dancing, leaves waving wildly.

I hear the hum of a fan in the basement, urging away the damp that crept in with the last rain.

I smell breakfast in the skillet: turnips, sweet onions, and farm fresh eggs.

I taste morning coffee.  Hazelnut.

I feel blessed, content in the haven of my country home.

It was summer yesterday, warm and muggy.  I woke in the wee hours of morning to cold air blustering in the windows.  I closed the glass against the chill.  Suddenly, it is September.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you awareness of your blessings.