I wake late to the absolute quiet of freshly fallen
snow. The sun has already upped and slipped
behind a low rack of clouds. To the
south, only the soft white and blue bases of the Elkhorn Mountains have emerged
from a lingering stormfront. The
tree-to-tree solitaire that flits about my yard has yet to take flight.
Not a single track can be seen in the snow.
Over here at my place, it’s just me and 20 pounds of housecat
stirring. The cat is scratching free
hairballs and depositing them at various places on my carpet.
I am drinking coffee and wondering if it possible to permanently leave my sofa.
Welcome to my version of Sunday.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Peace and quiet, animals playing and words easily flowing from your head to your fingertips is precious weekend quality time!
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