Soon we will pack supplies into our cutaway van and hit the road.
Soon our books and clothing will be pared down to our favorites.
Soon our snow will melt away and we will trade boots and sleds for bikes and sandals. Hot tea for sweet tea.
But in the meantime, fresh snow has fallen and the woods are calling.
The dog needs walking and maybe I do too. We watch the birds flit in and out of trees and notice all the fresh animal tracks.
Then back to the house for a fire, some curtain sewing, tea drinking, and snow-on-tree admiring.
Soon our scenery will change but for now I’m present here.