"Lately I've been the quiet one." Or so begins one of the songs on Illuminations, the new CD from Josh Groban that's getting a lot of play time in my house just now. And I have been quiet, especially here on this blog. Maybe it's the season I'm in, a sort of waiting with breath held season, while my projects are shopped around and I wait for news, and I fit in editing of Willa and Neil and Joseph's story around the increased activity and demands that attend the holiday season.
But this morning it's snowing here, coming down in the graying dawn in big slow flakes to coat the street, the lawn, the hedges, and the footprints of my husband and dog, who have already gone out into it for a walk around the neighborhood. I had plans for this morning that included an early trip to the grocery store, before it gets too hectic and crowded, to pick up a few last minute items for our Thanksgiving, which will be celebrated up in the mountains with friends this year.
I'm snowed in for the moment, since I don't have a car that handles snowy roads well. And I've decided to be okay with it. In fact, I've decided to be thankful for it. There's something about snow falling that I still find magical, almost as much as I did as a child. So I'm headed to the window now to watch it for a while, and sip my morning cider. And wherever you are, I hope there's something magical about the season that touches and blesses your soul too.
There's a lot to be thankful for.