It’s snowing for the first time this year. It’s not necessarily sticking, but I wish it would. When the snow piles up, the world gets eerily quiet and I enjoy it. It calms my mind, despite the cold.
As I’m looking out the kitchen window, the hummingbirds are fighting over drinks. When I gather with friends, I don’t ever recall fighting over drinks. Why would they? There is plenty to go around. When I step outside, I can hear them bickering.
The fireplace is humming, the flakes are growing in size. I wish I could stop time.