"Seeing, hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle."
~ Walt Whitman
I see blowing and drifting snow moving in vertical sheets across the frozen surface of the lake.
I hear Linkin Park playing on Grooveshark, drifting through the otherwise quiet house.
I smell Indian incense, called Vishwa Shanti, drifting in fragrant, curlicues of smoke through the kitchen.
I taste Organic White Tea with vanilla and feel it warming me from the inside out.
I am sort of drifting through the day... a little cleaning, a little homework, a little guitar playing, a little reading. I have a small gathering to attend this evening, and afterward I will probably drift off to sleep listening to the wind that is forecast to blow all through the night.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you contentment.