Thursday, March 1, 2012
Better Than Counting Sheep
One of the benefits of sleeplessness last night was watching the Leap Day snowfall around 3:00 a.m. It felt like the scene was staged for my pleasure alone as there were no other lights on in the neighborhood.
With great gratitude, I took in the show as the soft puffs of white snow passed by the street lamp and blanketed the yard below. Over an hour later, the snow slowed to a stop, my eyelids grew heavier and I shuffled back to my warm bed and to sleep.
This morning, the snow was nearly gone when I poked my head out the window but I was still smiling inside.