I get up in the dark, head down the hall, get the coffee going – no lights. The beloved cat winds across my ankles, purring loudly. Everything is dark, quiet. We head back to sit in bed, sip coffee, think, dream.
I snuggle in the covers. The cat nestles against me.
Everything is warm. Quiet. Soft.
Something’s different. I feel it.
It’s the hush.
I can feel the cocoon about my space, the soft muffle surrounding me.
I sip my coffee, savoring this hush, wondering.
My eyes take in the darkness all around me. Nothing here has changed. But, this hush.
I slowly grow more and more conscious.
Then, suddenly knowing, I get up and walk to the window. Pull the blind aside and look out.
Lots and lots of fluffy, still falling snow. The tree branches are laden with it. The glow of the porch light shows the air filled, filled with flakes.
It is a magical scene. Like a fairy tale.
I turn around and gently pluck the cat off the bed because I know, just know, he wants to see this.
Heads together, we peer out the window, eyes wide with curiosity.
We are both quiet, just watching the falling snow, feeling safe and happy in the hush.