Fresh Snow

I already am finding it difficult to whip up interest in heading out the door these days (the quiet and restful home-front definitely beckons; I think I will need a crowbar soon to get me out of my chair and into motion...)

And now, upon glancing from said chair, I see huge flakes of fluffy snow filling the air, burying the sidewalk, piling up in the driveway, and soon, covering the street.

Ah, the insistent quiet of winter, calling - no - compelling rest from all.

I knew winter was a friend.