When it snows, peace can be felt in the air as everything and everyone stops.
Gathering firewood from the woodpiles stacked in the summer, fireplaces are started that provide warmth to homes.
Hot chocolate, coffee and soups are made in preparation for a long pause from the worldly bustle of work, technology and the mundane daily tasks.
This doesn’t happen often enough ~ there are few times when the heart gets this much needed respite.
After the snow clouds depart, the sun arrives. Peeking outside, my heart leaps as the breath of fresh air suddenly fills my lungs.
And what happens next defies logic, for in my thermal underwear, with the temperature a not-so-balmy 10°, I dash through 50 feet of snowy driveway to the mailbox and pick up the mail.
A thought crosses my mind “What if I were to have a heart attack and no one could see me because my white thermal underwear blend with the snow?”
As I gingerly walk back to the house, I laugh out loud at my spontaneity and silliness.
My heart is happy.
