When the snow falls, I am such a big fan. That continuous fluffy blanket of white hasn't been corrupted by dirty footprints or plows and shovels. The millions of tiny flakes just fall into a perfect sea of white. This morning, I woke up early to that dull before-sunrise glow of the reflecting snow. As a young child, I always could count on at least a delay whenever I saw that orangey glow in the early morning sky. (Since in Salem, a day off was never a guarantee).
So this morning, I came downstairs, made myself a few cups of coffee and perfectly crafted omelet, in which none of my cheese fell out into the hot pan and the creation folded perfectly (always a good sign to a good day). I opened my kitchen blinds so that I could see out. Nowhere to be, no sense of urgency... just me, my dogs and the snow.
I feel very relaxed today. This snow is a nice exclamation mark on the sentence of completion of all my work I have done this semester. I am done and I am at peace... until I start Mr. Thesis, but let's not go there today.
Because today, I am calm.
It's time! The first day of school is here!!!
2 months ago