i awoke to snow...
a small tangent along the sure march to spring.
before my love had opened his eyes
(even before the sand-colored kitten
had begun his morning calls to come make him breakfast)
i pondered how to fill my day.
i decided on
a walk through the freshly fallen powder
an end to my (unintentional) break from baking.
now it is evening
and as the darkness begins to blanket the world
i smell the honey whole wheat bread
baking in the oven
and the mixed bean stew
simmering on the stove
and i am happy.
tonight there will be
a few glasses of red wine
a warm blanket on the couch
a new canadian novel
a candle-lit living room
a steaming cup of tea
a farewell to characters we have grown fond of.