Outside the big, fat feathers of snow are covering the world, softening the corners into one big pillow. The flakes are drifting, slowly but with inevitability, to meet the blanket beneath the grey sky. There is a quiet, a pausing that takes over when the snow falls like this. Sitting in my rocking chair with Neirin, he nursing and me contemplating, my mind feels feathery too. Thoughts drift, come and go, nothing concrete or permanent.
I love the world like this. The excuse it gives for play and silliness. I love the way it invites you to sit, to watch, to drift along with nothing certain. A pleasant day dream where feathers fall from the sky, thickly swirling. Defying sense they seem to be in different time zones, some gently, others moving quickly caught in a vortex. Still others seem to hang, a moment caught.
Today is a day for watching. Today is a day for outside, for taking first steps in fluffy white snow. For games with friends, snowmen and castles. For learning about the world outside, for unexpected laughter.
Where will today take you?