the gift of snow

another snowstorm and another snow day, home from work. in the long run, these days set me back. in a few months time, i will be questioning their worth. but short term, they are such lovely gifts. an entire day, spontaneously devoid of any responsibility and duty, with which to do whatever i choose. these were my thoughts as i gazed out the back window, coffee mug in hand, watching the snow settle on the blueberry bushes while, at the table, the little girl softly hummed as she drew.