Sunny Day

Sun is streaming through the slightly salt glazed, windows. The snow unlike the rain lets the salt be, on the panes. An active haze from winter storms lifts a fine spray far up from the shore. The glass develops a subtle crystal texture.

Today it is really cold outside, so the snow sparkles. Despite my dogs best efforts there are expanses of  untouched snow. Perhaps if I put my glasses on and look closer, I could see the tiny footprints of the chickadees and mice. Not today, but some days, a bald eagle floats high overhead. She needs no glasses to catch sight of the tiny creatures. My sunglass wearing friends will have their sunglasses on today if they are out and about. 

I knew it was a very cold day the moment I woke up. Aside from the obvious reality that my room was freezing, with the fire  almost out, the light shining from behind the blind had a unique brilliance. I had no wish to get up and lay in bed enjoying the glory of it all. It is funny how the narrow streams of light are not swimming with unknowns as they are in city sunbeams.

In response to the dogs appetites for food and action, I eventually get up, feed the fire and feed the dogs, put breakfast on, make a cup of tea, let the beasts out and go back to snuggle in bed until the house warms. The blind is up. Sunshine fills the room. On such mornings tea tastes mighty fine. I am ready to heft myself up to start that which such sunny days require.