paying attention

Today is a snow day. I think I enjoy them even more as an adult, except now I have my computer and email and phone at home with me. Still, it's a reprieve. And so, I am paying attention to the storm that has granted me this quiet time at home in my dimly lit apartment, baking bread, sipping mimosas, watching snow swirl.

Last night, the wind woke me up. It sounded like a living being, moaning, howling, shrieking; I listened to the millions of unique six-pointed snowflakes batter the glass. I thought about how strong the forces outside my walls are, and how warm and safe I am inside.

Scenes from a snow day....

xo,
L