Snow Day!
The morning light peaking around the curtains edge is clearer, crisper. An impacted silence with no dawn chorus. Springs avicular carolling muted by the blanket of crispness across the yard, amputating the sound.
Clear virgin white snow, tattooed with sparse twig-like gentle imprints of avian trespassers. Serene beauty, a new day full of pregnant promise
The shrill phone shatters the morning peace, pulling me from my warm cocoon. A modern car can’t take the hill, can the old faithful be driven to bring him home from the night shift?
Birds congregate for morning prayers around the tall bird table. Wrens and tits duelling over the peanuts while the robin keeps a lordly beady eye on the proceedings.
A snow day from school – the WhatsApp solemn declaration results in intense in-depth Archimedes-like debates on the optimum construction method for the snowman. After all, it’s been five years since last he was here!
And young daffodils peak through the growing slush; silent witnesses to the transience of this day. And with the coming of noon, the morning’s sights are softly consigned to memory, melting away, a story to be told at school tomorrow.