... is wonderful, but only when you are ready for it.
For me, it’s been too quiet lately. It started snowing on Saturday, a week and a half ago. Roads were almost impossible to navigate, especially living at the end of a long, narrow driveway and being a little remote. But I love the snow and this was to be an adventure... an excuse to play and not work.
But then we lost power last Thursday. It was dark and very cold. We couldn’t even leave the house for the first few days. And when we were able to, we didn’t go far or stay long because we just couldn’t leave our animals alone in a house that had become colder inside than the temperature outside.
Layered in long underwear and sweats, multiple long-sleeved shirts, three pairs of socks, a knee-length down coat with a hood and covered with blankets I shared with two cats and two dogs, I heard something. And then the bulbs in my chandelier flickered.
Finally, late yesterday afternoon, we were no longer powerless.
Powerless... I’d never thought about that word having so many meanings before.
This morning, our home is warm again, the animals are content, I am “powerful.”
And I am happy. Very happy.