A light breeze, a frigid light breeze pushes the outdoor chimes into deep throaty tunes. I remain in bed, I listen for the cardinal who returned in recent weeks, but all I can hear are loud squawky crows driven mad by jays. Perhaps they have met their match.
In stillness I observe. The house creaks a disconcerting yet familiar sound. Beyond the rivalry of my dogs and cats who vie for attention- I am drawn to the outside. I observe the wild yard from within. The sun is high casting a shadow like a network of webs from nearby trees. Normally on bright winter days, the late morning hours encourage snowmelt, but not today. Typically, I can hear the incessant melting roll down the roof and off the eaves. Today the eaves are dry and silent. This is one of those days that belies the frigid reality. Winter is far from over, yet many prepare for renewal.