Dear Life, Woke to winter waving through the bedroom window. Snow lines the limbs of trees, adobe walls, earth blanketed, mountains obscured by dense clouds. 20 degrees. I wake slowly. My senses begin a tick-off list: hear sounds of heat coming from forced-water baseboards, my eyes detect the darkness or light, my skin feels the warmth of soft bedding. Murmuring thoughts signal the body to move upright and I find my way into the kitchen to push the coffee pot button. Thank you Life for lifting me into this new day and all it holds.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

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