Today, I am thankful for an early morning snowy surprise.
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
When S awoke around 5 AM, the weather was clear and cold. Not a snowflake in sight. But, when he looked out at 6 AM, he discovered an inch or so of powder covering the neighborhood. Not such a good thing for S, who had to leave for the airport at 6:30 AM. Truly a delight for T and me, especially during our morning walk in the park.
For this blessing, I am grateful.