Indoors in the Morning

I woke up this morning to a late spring snowfall.  Big fat flakes falling slowly from the sky, slowly piling up on my deck.  They encouraged me to stay inside, drink chai, read a big fat book.  Wrapped up in my blankets I did just that, until the sun broke out from the clouds and freed me from my quiet stillness.  So I got up and got dressed and squeaked across the snow covering my deck, leaving behind footprints to prove my industry.  There was work to do.