Another blizzardy day that leaves us two feet deep in snow. And no office. Yay !
The world is back to beautiful.
And quite like the buds of spring, in the deepest of the snow, a little thought grows in the confines of the mind - are we there yet ?
The snow's enchanting, the cold's invigorating, and the kebabs and soups take on an even more delectable taste, but the fact's there that the heart craves for -
give me some sunshine
spare me the rain
its time to run outside again
Its in the deepest of the winter that we love the summer the most ! Its in the loss of the familiar that we learn to count our blessings. The banal sparrow - it is only when it flies away that we ever notice it existed.
Turns out that the white breasted sparrow, to beat the banality, mixes it up with a couple of yellow streaks between the eyes. Neat.
1 comment:
"Its in the loss of the familiar that we learn to count our blessings"
Beautiful line!
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