Thursday, March 4, 2010

A Perfect Day

I love days like this. 

It's snowing that "pretend snow" outside. You know what kind of snow I mean--where it looks like snow, feels cold like snow, and is even snowing sideways, fiercely, to try to convince us that it really is a big snowstorm. Yet the moment the sun comes out--it will all go away, and look as though it had never really happened.

Right now, all I can think of is the beautiful light that it is creating. Perfect light. People light. The kind of perfect light that you love to take pictures in. 

The house is quiet, the wind is softly blowing outside, but inside, all I can hear is the clicking of my keyboard as I write this and the soft hum of my floor heater warming my feet. These are precious hours to think, to write and to meditate. 

I have always kept notepaper and a pen on my nightstand next to my side of the bed. Why? Because the other precious hours, to think, write and meditate, are somewhere after I go to sleep, and before I rise. I get ideas. Thoughts. Solve problems. And sometimes when sleep evades me, I sit up and make lists. 

And sometimes I am even inspired.

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