Eight inches of snow isn’t much where I grew up, but here it grinds things to a halt, and after the flurry of phone calls and texts in the wee hours of the morning, deciding whether to open my agency (Will clients show? Do we want staff on the roads? How much money will we lose and is it worth the risk?) things quiet down and the snow accumulates. Sounds are muffled. The animals snooze. I watch the snow fall, hypnotic and beautiful. I snooze. Candles flicker. Peace.
For two weeks work worries
Have kept me awake
Into the wee hours
Or pulled me out of sleep in early morning
To obsess and worry and wish
For absolute certainty of actions.
Resolved at last, I embrace a weekend of breakfast with friends,
Iced mint tea and naps in the chair by the window, grateful for ease of mind and a light breeze on my face.