Stillness. The crackling of the radiator heater. Chilly in the morning. The sun comes up, the window and screen doors open letting in the earthy smells of autumn. I need to patch the screen before spring bugs can enter after the cold has come to an end.
Ive lived in a season of blizzards for a decade. The tree this year, coming soon, will replace the candle warmer light with the twinkle of hope. After the longest night of the year, my hope will return, and ill see spring again too.
For now, ill listen to the white fluff ball snoring without a care in the world.