Awakening.

The snow, a thin duvet, has blanketed the blades of grass

A few stand above the snow as if to kiss the frigid air before lying down to sleep

Inside, only the sound of my daughter’s sleepy sighs keep me company

The television is black

Marketing and shiny holiday advertisements have been put to rest

My phone is silenced

The chimes of incoming texts and calls have been trapped and encased behind a glass screen

Lights twinkle on the Christmas tree and reflect in ornaments of red and gold

The first snow, new sounds of a small life, and the recycled ornaments remind my heart that it is content

I’m not wanting

If ever I’ve wanted to make a mental picture to carry with me forever, it would be now

The beauty of a simple moment

One that surely could be overlooked or muted by the distractions of daily routine

I think to myself that there must be moments just like these—ones that I have neglected to notice

Like the unburied blades of grass, they stick up for me to notice, but I continue walking

I get caught up in the restrictions of time and want; even wanting more time

Life isn’t made up of things that we lack, but is a daily opportunity to happily accept what we have already been given

Fresh snow

A child’s sweet sighs

Recycled ornaments in red and gold

And the appreciation of something that will not be here tomorrow: 

Today.