This morning I have spaciousness.

I can see again, smell again, hear again, taste again.

I am here, I am alive.

There’s four inches of snow
and a half inch of ice.

It’s sleeting lightly.

It’s high tide on the New Meadows River,
light fog, grey water,grey sky
The land is white.

The first bird is a Blue Jay squawking in the pine by the water.

I need to dig out the car.