Winter Morning Awakening, My Pandemic View


It's 10 o'clock on the left. Half-moon illuminating
the early morning winter sky.
5am. Stillness, a sobering view outside my still
frosted window. I settle into my reading chair, coffee
on my right, book opened on my lap. Opened to a
new chapter. I glance from the screen and gently
observe the position of the moon, 12 o'clock.
I gaze on the snow blanketed ground and notice
footprints about 3 feet away from the viewing window.
Who walked there and why?
As the sky turned on it's light switch, I notice
steam escaping from the neighbors homes.
Warmth a gentle reminder we all are privileged
to have homes that provide shelter and heat.
One last glance at the Heavens above and the moon.
Now 2 o'clock .
My day has unfolded beautifully.
Grateful to be alive.

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