Waiting on the Cold
Having risen at sunrise on the third day into this wretched winter cold, I noticed the morning light casting a shadow, from the shell hanging, on the far bedroom wall.
Even though there were days when I hardly strayed from the couch, I gladdened at the light that oozed through the sheers, especially since I was house bound.
Everything seems to take on a special quality when scant afternoon or morning light fleetingly makes its presence. Take what sunlight you can.
Ten days later, I find that the light is still seeping through the windows, compelling me to go outdoors.
Daily Gratitude: seeing a yellow-bellied sapsucker for the first time, the cat’s downy tummy, being able to breathe properly
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