For the past couple of days, I've been getting up super early (for myself that is) so that I can try to write a couple of memoir pages before I get immersed in work or other stresses of the day. This morning, it started to snow (yet again). It wasn't a heavy or hard hitting snow, but in the darkness before the sun peeked over the horizon, there was a stillness to the crisp air that was mesmorizing. Not a hint of sound from the construction site across the street from my building nor any hiss of cars driving in slush. Just tiny snowflakes drifing through the street lights amongst the dark, silent air. It was heavenly!
Even the drive to the office was not as "intense" as my typical commute (albeit, even my 15-20 minute "typical" commute nowadays is still infinitely better than the daily hour and a half parking lot on the beltway back when I lived in DC.) Granted, nothing could top my commute last Friday when I took advantage of my restless body (which decided to wake me up at 4 a.m. with no hope of falling back to sleep again.) I wound up leaving for the office at 4:30 in the morning and there wasn't a single soul in front of me. I've never seen the roads so empty. It's times like those that I miss my day hikes along the Appalachian Trail immersed in Mother Nature... Not an iota of technology for miles that could disturb the tranquility of those walks.
As I sit here at my desk, where I relocated a month ago, looking at the snow lightly dusting the street
through the sheer mecho shade covering the window, I am relaxed. Not a trigger to be heard, seen, or felt. There are only a couple of people in the entire office this early in the morning and none of them within earshot. I try to savor these early moments before the day ramps up and performs its raucous symphony of triggering sensations around me.
I am calm... :-)