Singular snowflakes spread-out blanket a dreary barren berm that overlooks the dormant meadow bringing a brightness to fields of grey. Smiles overcome me as I watch the proud red-breasted robin pick at pieces of weathered brush choosing just the right one to comfort her nesting baby. Whistles echo out of the rustic kitchen where a steamed up copper kettle sings waiting patiently to pour into perfect tea. The first sip commands my attention and wraps tightly around me, leaving a feeling like your precious smile on a cloudy day Quietly I sit absorbing the peaceful morning like the baby robin in anticipation your return