Snowed In

The view outside my living room window

Snowed in…

a chance to hunker down in the folds

of a plush blanket

With a soft and slow breath

All is still

but the gentle cascading of snow

and the occasional rugged snowplow

clattering down the road

spraying clouds of

fluffy puffs

Snowed in…

a morning of blinding

and pearly flurries

There’s no place this soul

would rather be…

than in this country cottage

in the midst of bleached white.

That snow day morning I had done a few household chores but took the time to snuggle in and read. I was reading The Divide  by Nicolas Evans.  

I just finished the book yesterday morning on yet another snow day. It’s worth looking for at a used book store or library. Evans paints a complete picture of all the characters, capturing the readers interest and most importantly forces you to invest emotionally in the characters.

Tom came home from plowing around 9, with a tired hungry look. I cooked him a couple of eggs and made peanut butter toast. Then we planned on watching a movie as the snow continued to fall. This is winter life in New Hampshire, with cold temperatures and the fluffy stuff dominating.

All My Best,

Heart and Soul