The ramping volume of my clock radio wakes me.
The voice on the other end announces snow.
I sit up to clear my mind from the fog of sleep.
I stumble into the bathroom to ready myself for the day.
Coffee, an apple, peanut butter.
On coat, on scarf, on hat, on gloves.
I walk among the quiet of predawn.
Time to think, time to pray, time to meditate.
The sharp snow stings my face.
Snow in April? Neither expected nor surprised.
A blanket of white, clean and crisp.
I marvel at the beauty.
I am grateful for the day.
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