Sundays of grace #5

Blimey, I almost forgot today is Sunday - and the time to be mindful of all I am grateful for. Forgive me, I've been in dissertation purgatory.

Without further ado:

1. Waiting for snow: There is a big storm coming our way tonight and tomorrow, and I am filled with eager anticipation. Maybe because I grew up in a place where it only snowed a dusting every 7 years or so, or maybe it's something about snow itself, but I love the stuff. Especially love being up in my office and watching the snow come down and across and then swirl back up again. Amazing feats that defy gravity. Love the transition between no snow and then snow. When the brown winter ground suddenly becomes white, and even the city seems quiter somehow, and still.

2. Our apartment: Without a doubt, it is the nicest place I have ever lived. It is on the older side, built in the twenties: airy and comfortable with a really nice flow to it, just renovated before we moved in, and is a perfect size for us (or us and a baby or two, should we be so lucky). It is our refuge. Our place to refuel and just enjoy each other.

3. Really hot showers when you're stressed: Being enveloped in the water and the heat and for just a few minutes being able to focus solely on the sensation of the water hitting your face and your skin, the ritual of cleaning the body, one part at a time, attending to just that single moment and not the tasks and the day ahead.

Mo