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.