The snow-blanketed forest outside our home was untouched when I crawled out from beneath our blankets this morning. I brewed up a pot of french pressed coffee and had some pumpkin buttered toast while I watched the snow fall over the pines. What a glorious way to wake up. I don't even know what day of the shutdown we're on, but I know many of us are tired and weary. I've been so incredibly fortunate to be working throughout this entire unfortunate event, but my heart is heavy for those around me. The supplies at the food donation site are dwindling right along with the hopes of those of us who thought this would all be over by now.
This snowfall, pure, white, and clean, covered the park and my spirits with peace. Just as quickly as it fell, the snow slipped away in the face of a bright sun and blue skies. I hold onto the notion that our current situation will eventually fade just as quickly as an early October snow.