Snowbound

Struggling my way to small delights and getting to know a Buddha's Hand Citron

The bright glare of sun on snow blasts white through the window just at the right edge of my desk. This is causing my eyes to squint as I write. I could pull the shade, but I would rather see and feel this light on my face. The sun was hidden most of the week above thick snow-heavy clouds.

On Monday we woke to the first flakes. By the end of the day ther…