Coming home, the snow covers the driveway, the lights lead the way. It is quiet and still. Dusk is here and the sun has retreated below the horizon.
All is quiet. No one in sight. My tires leave ruts in the fresh fallen snow. There is the slight crunch as I turn into the circle. Snow piles up on each side and birds chirp as I disturb their resting. I pull in front of the house. There are fresh footprints on the steps. I know there is warmth inside.
I hear music playing now. Smoke billows from the chimney. I look down and catch a glimpse of movement across the porch. I walk over to inspect and there are more little footprints. I am not alone. It is cold outside but the wind is not blowing, so it does not feel bad at all. I linger for a moment to feel the still, quiet beauty of the silence of winter. I breathe deeply to experience all the treasures this tiny moment of enjoyment brings.
With a slight grin, I acknowledge I am blessed with beauty all around me. I walk to the door and turn the knob. As I push the door open, the aroma of hot baked bread and steaming hot stew floods my being. I am "home".
Ricki McCallum CastNet Realty Corpus Christi, TX
361-944-2051 www.Ricki.Realtor
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