Snow falling heavily outside the window in the morning light, and I ache to be outdoors in it. Still trouble lifting my head out of bed. So, I stay put, trying to be patient, until around noon when after a cup of tea I get the momentum to shower and move around. Soon, I am doing a bit of clean up and then I am feeling well enough to go outdoors. Outdoors! Ahhh, fresh air I’ve been craving! Oh! The river is so so splendid in the snow, half-iced, clean, fresh and I want to dive into it! Feeling Covid lift off my shoulders and leave my system. I have my boots on and walk through the light powder around the property, letting the branches toss the the powder in a shower over me. I stop at the rippling brook under some ice and enjoy the reflection of trees in the blue. My energy grows and I am ready to sweep off three snow-laden cars, including the rooftops. My youngest drives in the driveway and we can take a walk together around the property outdoors wearing masks and catch up on so many things. I am so happy and so grateful, my spirit revived by this recovery. I get to read to the special one, and (try) to sing him to sleep, and he falls asleep to my croaking voice.