Buying Time

It's early morning, and the winter brown earth has been awakened by white. 

As I sit, looking through the window of my suburban home, all is still. 

The only movement, that of the softly falling snow. 

Quiet, peaceful; serene. 

I imagine this scene through the window of a small, rustic cabin - 

     no threat of a disturbance from cars, busses; snow plows.  

The only noise, the occasional snap of a broken tree limb.

Or, the crackle of flames, from a warming fire.  

The refrigerator hums, and I quickly come to. 

As I sit, looking through the window of my suburban home, all is still.

I could stare out at the snow for hours, or for however long time will allow.