Winter Day Blues

I am sitting in my office wondering what I am doing here. I work at a place that when the weather is bad, you have to take vacation days if you don't come in. There are four of us here out of about 50 people. I have no intention of using vacation days sitting at home staring at a grey sky. Now if it was snowing that would be a different matter. My favorite thing is to go out at dusk when it is snowing and stand in the middle of the field. It is so quiet and peaceful. The horses are milling around with a coating of snow on their backs and that cats are trying to leap through the accumulated snow like they are sure they are going to get to a place where it is clear. There is usually no sound. No four wheelers roaring through the woods. No neighbors shooting their guns for hours at a time at imaginary targets. No cars speeding up and down the roads. Just absolute peace and quiet. The snow is pristeen. Except for a few deer tracks, it is undisturbed. People that live in the city just can't imagine the perfectness of this moment. It is times like these that make me remember why I live here and be grateful for it.