Yes, there is snow on the ground, if not as much as predicted yet, still flurrying down and making driving difficult, making me wonder as to why activities must go on even in this weather. After coming back home, I bring the shovel out to clear the drive way. A friend has called, and we chat as I shovel. I hear a single bird go tweet, tweet clearly in a tree nearby. The lone bird enjoying the silence! I can understand that. I continue to talk, and a neighbor with her toddler stops by to say hello. The toddler I believe is not happy with the snow, it is after all just his second snow! I promise that come evening, perhaps he can go sledding with my DD who babysits him from time to time. In fact, DD’s name is the first one he had learnt to say and when he gets naughty at home and mom’s goes “S, oh no, who did this?” pointing to the mess on the floor, without batting an eyelid and with his hands on his mouth just like his mom’s, he goes “oh no!! P.…… did this?” shifting the blame on her in her absence! Of course, we see the innocence and delight in it. All that snow has brought such a flurry of activity as one after the other, each neighbor comes out offering hellos and help to one another as I continue to talk with my friend. My drive way is all cleared up and now I can take the car in! As I say bye to my friend, I smile for she has said something that makes my day better, makes me pause and send thoughts of love to the people I care for and love! A perspective I needed to hear, and I can already see a gentler and a better me who is willing to look at things in a different way! I thank the friend silently. I make that cup of coffee; the one I have wanted for the past hour or so, after I come in finally and enjoy it immensely after all that hard work. There are still things to be put away, tasks to be taken care of. As I go into the room what we call library. I see that books are all spread out on the floor. I told you we only call it a library because there are books there; in no order, not organized like one should be, or catalogued even, forget well. DS must have gone into the room in search of a book or two. I smile, still with the cuppa in my hand. I know I should be angry for it is more work now. But how can I when all I can feel is joy that my child thinks that book may be at home already and has gone looking for it, making the mess reminding me of his younger days when upon my chiding at the solar system drawings on the wall, he simply with tears in his eyes had said “But amma, I was thinking of solar system deeply and did not know I was drawing!” That four-year-old from then still comes through in this act, today! What is home if it is not a constant mess? And then, I do have another 4 hours before I pick kids back up before some more snow descends on us during the night! As I drive back again to pick kids from their activities, I am happy that all the five lanes are cleared. Just a few hours ago, as I drove them to the activities, the five lanes had become two lanes thanks to the very careful drivers following a path in the terrible weather, making way for others with those at least. The radio is playing some songs and I am wondering as to why I even bother with that station. But my attention is on the flurries, coming down in a hurry dashing towards my car, and disappearing even as they hit the windshield, falling prey to the hardworking wipers! It is fascinating though to watch the snow even from the car window and the hypnotizing effect it can have as they come flurrying down. I know it is going to be more shoveling, more coffee and more ruminations and hopefully smiles as the weekend rolls in with everyone back home after a flurry of activity for the week and the promise of more snow for the weekend, making it look and feel like winter, finally!