Falling from the clouds, the lightest drops of snow. Dryer than rain, a quiet pelting. The landscape, unfrozen. I walked without energy, out of discipline, more than passion this morning. Awake too early? Just tired? I kept going, looking for pictures in the uninspiring landscape. Some days are just like this. I centered my breathing and talked to myself: find the gratitude, energy will follow. These spilled bittersweet berries are on a log - they’ve been there for days in the swamp. Today I liked them sprinkled with snow. The sweetest part of this day was indoors: the girls, grown up, hanging out in the kitchen. Just before evening, after a day of a lot of sitting, I went for a walk in the blueness of dusk. When I returned home, my youngest was in the kitchen making soup and her two best childhood friends were gathered. All home on college break; their senior year. I get to feel like a second mother to these young women, having known them intimately for twenty years and more, through every stage of their young lives. We told stories and laughed and I fed them and their high spirits and affection fed me. Having the three of them in the same room, the kitchen, of course. Did I say sweetest part of the day, laughing and hugging and feeding and back rubbing them? Yes.