The snow sits like frosting on the fence and tree limbs. In the Winterberry Bush (which I’m not actually sure is a Winterberry anymore, but that’s its name now), snow offerings of white cotton candy fill up the branches. The Northern Cardinal and the Sparrow hide out there.
It’s the same view as always from the kitchen window and yet completely different with each new day. New light, new clouds, new snow, a new sky.
No matter how ordinary or regular, there’s new light on this same old day. I cannot wait to see what it illuminates.