First thing in the morning, I flip on the front outside spot as fair warning to the outdoor wild things that us indoor wild things will be making an appearance soon. As I walk through the house, I turn on a few low lamps – just enough light to navigate by as I start coffee, fire up the woodstove, feed the cat – the morning routine.

That first cup of coffee and I, followed by Karl, begin the morning with quiet reflection from a loved old wingback chair in the sunroom. The sunroom is a small bump on the end of the house, off the kitchen. My desk sits beneath the front-side window. From the wingback chair, I can see through the back slider into a living room window… and out the other sunroom windows, the trees illuminated by the outdoor spot.

This morning, the view of Bob and the trees covered with snow, made me grateful once again for a fresh new day.

And this new, soft snow? – Beautiful always, but especially so in the soft morning light.