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T.L. Eastman 2009'
Seeing the trees heavy with new fallen snow, this street looks like something totally new.
Taking a deep breath and watch the exhale as it curls and hangs like smoke in the air.
Inside my mind the whirring wheel of worry begins to slow down.
Light is dim, but it bounces off the snow like glow-in-the-dark stickers.
Letting go of concerns, I let the quiet enter my heart.
Nothing is moving, except the snowflakes that dance through the sky and land on my hat.
Every house seems to begin waking up, to coffee machines and dogs that need to go out.
Stillness surrounds me.
Stillness comes to me in the gift of a new day wrapped up in an almost-Christmas snow.
T.L. Eastman 2009'
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