The snow has stopped falling and water can be heard dripping off the rooftop onto the ground just below my window. A bright red cardinal swoops past.
I awoke early to the quiet of the morning, large flakes falling. My snow cat sat on the window sill peaking through the blinds below watching the birds. I sat at the dining room window and day dreamed about rides in the pickup across the countryside where the cows graze in the warm sunshine.
It is tax season and here on my desk lay stacks of documents for filing. Just as it is finished there are new bills, letters, applications, invoices. But I don’t like spending my days with this. Hence I get it done on this winter day for tomorrow the ice thaws. The sun shines.
There are three reasons for becoming a writer: the first is that you need the money; the second that you have something to say that you think the world should know; the third is that you can’t think what to do with the long winter evenings.”
~Quentin Crisp quotes (English Author, 1908-1999)