January 24, 2013 § 1 Comment
“Seventeen below zero outside, on the thermometer”. Said my husband when I got up this morning at 6:40.
A few minutes earlier as I was laying in bed, deep under the covers, I had sensed it was going to be a frigid day because my nose felt cold.
There is a sharp draft from our bedroom window that blows right over my pillow. I love feeling its whiff of fresh clean air greeting me every morning as I take my first deep breath, awakening slowly. It invariably invites me to get up.
It was much too cold.
So I had no choice but to resort rapidly to some kind of Plan B before this affirmation could become a lame excuse for going back to sleep.
I decided to concentrate and focus on thoughts of a hot shower and a steaming cup of tea, while at the same time calculate how quickly I could find my sweater and slippers.
I managed to totter to the window led by the curiosity to see outside, as if the view could confirm how cold it really was, and here is what I saw:
A most inviting and beautiful winter morning greeting!
Then I remembered that my daughter was twenty years old today.