The sun is in and out of the clouds. First sun dappled leaves, then overcast sky. Small young chickadees come to the feeder. A robin lands in the birch, the breeze blows. Yellow lilies turn bright faces toward the light. Winter White Chai in my cup has cooled to the right temperature. Even though it is a winter flavor, I savor the anise, cinnamon, cardamom.
Earlier this morning the neighborhood was quiet when I walked. The grass is too wet to mow. Cardinals, chickadees, doves, and robins called to each other and were my company. Where ever you are, I wish you a moment to stop, breathe, and be.