or adrift. Two happenings in one morning. A drift of snow is slowly building outside my back deck as the snowflakes lazily waft down from the grey sky. While watching this wintry scene from my north facing window, I tune into my soul, become aware of its drifting and suddenly feel adrift even while sitting at my table desk in this familiar humble abode.

All recent signs suggest my acceptance of this drift. Answers to questions about my future tell me to relax. Tell me that all pushing forward is futile in my current state.

Okay.

For these few moments I will take my lead from the tiny and singularly weightless snowflakes and enjoy our drifting ride.

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