...sigh...

As I am sitting inside, flannel pj pants on, thin t-shirt, and hood up from my sweatshirt, I am taking frequent peeks at what is going on outdoors. There is a plump, solitary dove perched on an angled wire above our garage. All around her there is gentle snow falling like sifted sugar. The sky is a flat grey, but the nerve-like quality of the tree branches break it up. Now I can hear the dove's coos through the window. Different birds are answering back.