After a flurry of frenzied activity around me early this morning, I am now in a quiet, empty house. It is November 19 and it must be at least 60 degrees F. The front door is open, and the sun is pouring in. Birds are singing. I'm about to hang some laundry.
It is so peculiar, but so perfect. Tomorrow, it's supposed to snow. Until then...let the sun shine.
