— unpredictable thoughts

It is a quiet morn­ing even though so many peo­ple are on the street.
Snow seems to quiet things even as it falls lightly on a spring day. The flakes are more like clumps some­times falling in a direct line to the pave­ment and the peo­ple walk­ing past my view wear every­thing from watch caps and anoraks and fleece jack­ets to car­ry­ing brightly col­ored umbrel­las. The snow has it’s many iter­a­tions, swirling with the wind in con­fused direc­tion and then that angle that lands the flakes on your eye­lids no mat­ter what you do.

There are birds tweet­ing, con­fused in this crazy March that promises to bring spring.

Still the sounds are muf­fled by the wet snow and we can embrace the rhythm of it’s falling. Qui­etly sip­ping cof­fee from behind the steamed panes.