A Winter’s Morn

The snow sparkles in the early morning sun.  The world is hushed under a comforter of white crystals.  The tops of branches glow in the sun, while their undersides shiver in the dark.  All is quiet but for the whir of a hummingbird darting to the feeder hanging from the eave outside our window.  Gratefully she bows before accelerating into the oaken forest.  The dogs are curled up next to their humans.  They’ve dashed through the snow, greedily eaten a delicious breakfast of the same brown nuggets they get every day, and now, sated, curl next to a warm body on the sofa.  There is peace in the world.  Perhaps not everywhere.  Perhaps not all the time.  But now, in this moment, in this place, the tiny world that surrounds me is at peace.

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