Snapshot

I see snow falling... bright bits of lace falling on an eastward angle.  One large flake rolls upward a few inches and then drifts to the east while another soars in a long lazy arc, like a shooting star.  I make a wish... just in case.

I hear wind against the windows and fire crackling in the woodstove; the sound of cold and the sound of heat. A log falls with a rustle.  Another snaps.  I hear my son sorting through his papers, as he sits on the warm slate close to the woodstove, looking for a blank sheet to start a drawing.  His pencil scratches across the page energetically.

I smell chai in my mug, as I take a break from deep cleaning the kitchen.

I taste the vanilla spice of my tea.

I feel comfortable... happy... blessed.

It is bitterly cold here today, as it must be in many other places.  It feels good to be tending the fire indoors... out of the wind and yet listening to her song.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you comfort and joy.