Only in this season, would the gift of the day be the day…a whole day stretched out with no plan because weather took over. You could look at it as a disaster. You might have plans to fly somewhere warm and relaxing only to find you are going nowhere. Or you can look at it as a gift, a day your highest priority is warmth from the fire, music of your choice and the silent microcosm of a blizzard.
So I went back to work today. I set up my laptop in my loft office and returned to my job of writing and photographing and really seeing the world as I used to…from the bird’s-eye view of my nest.
The light is gloriously white with no skyline. The wind chimes dance against the house and ring-out like a town crier. The house occasionally creaks as a gust buffets the roof…
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