To be inside on a Sunday morning, with coffee, while it snows outside, is among the most serene and subtle blessings. It's so easy to forgo appreciation for such a simple and essential pleasure . . . to be, in this moment, safe and warm and able to appreciate, contemplate.
I walked through the Public Garden late last night, nearing 2 AM, when the snow had just begun to fall in large, swirling flakes . . . creating a sense of buoyancy and light. Though I was distracted, unfortunately . . . victim to the avaricious mind . . . there was still a sense of balance and beauty and even magic infusing my stubborn consciousness.
This morning I am trying to just be, in this moment, appreciative and pleased to watch the snow drift past the giant blue, monolithic Hancock Tower. It's like finding oneself in the midst of a snow globe, a whirl of white and quiet. A city transformed, a mind paused, in the presence of a snowfall.
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