The heater is pumping its lovely, warm air across my feet and the cat as I sit at the kitchen table, looking out at the trees in the back yard. The sky was red this morning. Not pink, mind, but red, as if the night was bleeding its life away as the sun rose. This is a sailor’s warning kind of day, with a wind and rainstorm expected later. But right now, the birds are flitting in the trees, the crows are waiting for me to throw food out to them, and there is peace in this little corner of the world.
There are roses on my table, and the red is an interesting contrast to the white of the curtains and the green trees. And still, there is peace. The quiet, after the busy, whirlwind weekend, is lovely to wallow in, until I must start work. And every moment is a treasure to be enjoyed today.