By midmorning, our apartment is warm and the smell of a kettle of homemade soup makes me look forward to dinner hour.
Crunching along out the window, I watch people walking their dogs and see bird nests in the bare trees. Each nest is covered with a snow-white hat from an all-night snow.
Feel friendly about the first winter snowstorm arriving again for another New York winter season.
I look forward to tonight watching a good movie with my ever faithful prayer blanket upon my shoulders.
Donna Turner