Early in the morning, and sleep eludes me. I toss and turn a bit, wondering what life is all about, but then I think about the snow that fell yesterday, making the whole world sweet and white. We watched the poplar tree that stands between us and the big house, festooned with starlings that rose into the snowy air like a curtain, then fell to the ground - a shower of dark pennies; only to feed a little and rise again into the branches. Were they singing paeans to the snow or just reveling in the pure whiteness of the world.
I rise and peer into the darkness of the early morning to see if the snow has lingered through the night. The lane is level and smooth and white, but the steps are bare and I foresee by noon the garden will once again have thrown off its protective counterpane.
The coffee has perked; the cat has left me to resume her sleep; I hear the house begin to stir and the day begins....... I miss the little dog, who sometimes comes to me as I sleep and makes the night hours poignant.
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What a sweet, thoughtful post Hilred, I really enjoyed its simplicity.
Have you thought of another dog? Perhaps an older rescue one who needs a home?I know as we get older we think we wont but...
Such a lovely post. Early morning sleep sometimes eludes me as well; when I find myself thinking in the same circles for the third or fourth time, I get up -- I wish I could use that time to the same beautiful purpose that you did here!!
I loved this.
So many of us seem to have snow at the moment. It's lovely, especially at night.
Hi Hildred, Why do we always try to solve the problems of the world and ponder our own lives in the wee hours of the morning? It is never a fruitful time for solving anything, but I persist! The birds look choreographed, like leaves blown in the wind. I missed my old dog, too, and in the night when I woke, would sometimes briefly forget that she was gone. I hope your socks are finished!
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