A quiet snowy day. We didn’t get the four to seven inches but there was slushing and there higher hills that were still white this afternoon. NaPoWriMo challenged us to “write an ode to life’s small pleasures” but there are so many right now, I’m going with a bigger one. Time.
Thirty days and thirty-one days to pause
Who knew in a lifetime you’d have this chance
From first awakening, to sliding grateful
back into a bed that holds you safely
Day after day of being. Looking and
seeing. Painting or writing or something
you haven’t named yet. Making breakfast. Lunch.
Wondering if it’s too early – guess what –
the answer to that is no. Do it now.
Do something else or more of that – later.
Go out on the porch with a cat in arms –
take a good whiff of the morning waiting.
However many more days and every –
Pick up the daily. Heft it. Wield it.
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Sliding back into bed!
You like the whole concept, I can tell! Me too, especially when the mattress heater has been on lol.