9:00 a.m
Last night, part of my evening included sitting in front of the patio doors, drinking tea and watching the snow (real, heavy snow-fall) in the fading light.
This morning, I'm sitting lazy-like in bed, looking at the drifts sift off tree-branches and becoming acquainted with Chet Baker. (Yes, really. Blame the book I'm reading... and my curiosity.) I have my own subtle plans for keeping this day a meaningful pleasure. -Meaningful in the accomplishments; a pleasure in its pace, place and attentions. Here's to real winter weather. Because what's the point in cold if you're not going to have snow with it?
