I snapped this yesterday. What you can't see is the snow falling, although that's what Enzo was watching. I like to think he was as taken by the magic of it all as I was. Because you know how cats are. They just sit there in the window thinking, "I am taken by the magic of it all."
It was a satisfying day, all in all. I never left the house, except to shovel sidewalks occasionally. I knit, read (Mr. Penumbra's 24-hour Bookstore which is sort of a 21st century Name of the Rose) and worked on a novel which I somehow seem loathe to finish. And all around me was the quiet, quiet, quiet of snow.
2 comments:
What a lovely image.
beautiful post. I love the cat watching the snow, and agree--cats are totally mystical except when they're killing mice, when they're more like a Tarantino movie. Your post contains all the reasons I love snow days.
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