I awake, first looking at the window across the room wondering if there are snowflakes or is it my morning blurriness. I blink a few times, stare some more and realize no flakes. Birds fly past the windows, the loud sound of a woodpecker disturbs the quietness. I lay thinking about the day, trying to not let the whirlwind of my thoughts spin me out of control. I breathe and think about the peacefulness of being the only human awake in the house. I listen to the sound of my husband’s soft breathing with an occasional snore. The radiator is making ticking sounds. The sky is so gray. This is the magic of winter, a slowing down. Had it been spring or summer I would have jumped out of bed, sat on the deck, immersed in the setting. A peaceful time to think of what to write.