A pink-gray sky drops heavy snowflakes on our newly purchased Christmas tree that sits on the deck waiting for attention. Once we've brought it inside and strung the new LED lights and the old ornaments, I doubt it could look as lovely as it does now, leaning against the house, its trunk in a galvanized bucket of water. The only package under its boughs is a boot scrape coated with snow.
The laptop warms my thighs, while my toes, fingers and nose feel the nip of the chill. I'm unwilling to turn up the thermostat when I'm the only one home, certain that a tiny electric heater can provide enough comfort for one. It hums steadily in its effort.
The garden outside my door grows darker, gloomier. The snow-laden sky seems only brighter in contrast as each minute passes to dusk. I have the house to myself all weekend. Quiet, alone.
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee