The year is ending. Only a few more days left. For some reason it seems I want to pull my life back into focus. It has been a small and limited year. One of naps and toilet paper famines. One of quiet times and Netflix. An unfortunate lapse in willpower and motivation.
This morning opened to a blanket of white on the chamisa fields around my home. The snow has transformed the bone grey trees on the horizon to a ghostly band of branches dusted with subtle white sparkles. I am thankful for the warmth of my sturdy stucco clad home. Sitting in comfort and safety is a luxury I cherish and occasionally wonder at. What a time to be alive! Such things are remarkable in our history. I may have been fine 100 years ago, but any further back in that handful of generations … things would be distressingly different.