in the depth of snow

as the sun shines through the frozen windows - early hours of the morning, when i only wish i could still be sleeping... - the cold reminds me of the reality - the necessity of rising, once again. of feeding the fire that has died down, of preparing for the day - everyone else's day as well, it seems. lunches for some, breakfast for all, potty, diaper, chickens' feedings, and the cycle keeps going. off to school for some, staying home for others - a cycle of wildness that feel nothing like rhythm.
"one day at a time" - although it seems more like "a minute at a time" - or even a second at times. being in the "here now", every day, every moment. when the future seems like the repetition of this constant business, and the light at the end of the tunnel feels like it might be a train...
... then, one knows the deep winter is here - the cabin fever intensity that makes one long to just be "outta here" ... or deep under the covers to forget and sleep. hibernation.
but a babbling child heartily convinces any old dried up heart that it's time to mind to her, to the "here and now" - and the smiles come up from down below, down from under the deep snow, and once again, one cannot resist rejoicing the simplicity of life. the gargle, a step, and snuggle. in a larger rhythm.