How lovely are the snow flakes falling outside as I watch from inside the comfort of my warm home, something about it feels as if time is slowing, stopping. The clock continues to tick, the children’s voices become muffled and my mind wanders. My motivation is nowhere to be found.

I fantasize of wardrobes that lead into Narnia and adventures that stir my soul . I could drift to sleep while the earth readies itself for spring but I’m sure I’d miss something.

The children appear from their bedroom in need to be entertained so for now I’ll put away this January day dream