Early Snow

When the eleven o'clock snow storm starts at eight in the  morning, I can get caught up in thoughts that something is amiss. Then I take a breath and realize that the snow starts when it starts.

My work is to attend to what I can control, what I do in response. The morning wood run will be a bit wetter, and I'll have to start shoveling a bit earlier. Other than that I will sit back and enjoy the beauty around me.