sunrise: 5:54
I had the strangest feeling as I came downstairs this morning. The house was illuminated only by the muted twilight glow of predawn, but there was something distinct and familiar about it. Outside the glass of the front door there was fresh snow reflecting light into the quiet house in that way that only snow can, and suddenly a rush of Christmas morning flutters ran through me. It's a lovely feeling, only I'm not generally prepared for it on April 13th.
Clearly I live in the right climate for me. Everyone is chomping at the bit, waiting for spring, but I can't help feeling some elation over this fresh coating of white, short-lived though it will be.
Our mallard pair carries on unruffled. The dogs' morning joy remains the same. The blackbirds are still singing, although perhaps with diminished gusto. They all take what the world offers and they go with it. I like that approach.
Spring beauty still abounds. Maybe it's even enhanced with a unique quality this morning, covered with this unseasonal frozen moisture. Even an old collection of yard junk and a brush pile can hold a kind of picturesque stateliness.
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Anyway - enough effusing. I have work to do. A little seismic shift in my approach to daily life is in order as I prepare for a two year course of study (see March 21 post). I seem to have difficulty sitting down to write for scheduled hours on end, so I have moments of panic when I consider that I am supposed to write for a minimum of 25 hours a week after the program begins - plus readings, and of course my regular life.
I'm trying to practice. No luck so far.
Still. It's a lovely morning!
