Everything is asleep around me. My trees. My roses and flowers. My garden. All waits in quiet patience for a new Spring. I bundle up to stay warm against the frigid breeze when I go outside for a walk or to do some outside chores. The wind is reshaping the land by blowing the snow around. The path that I broke so I could feed the bunnies and the birds is slowly being obliterated by being covered with the blowing snow.
I stopped several times to watch the wind blowing the snow around and carving new drifts. Somewhere in the back of my head I heard a piano playing gently and it was soon accompanied by a violin playing. The notes moved with the breeze and the movement of the snow across the ground. It was easy to be lost in a moment of time.
It’s funny to me how a stroke took a physical part of me away yet opened the door to a mental part of me that I forgot existed.