We awoke today to a quiet morning, so bitterly cold and peacefully blanketed in fresh snow. Jamie came inside from shoveling with frost on his beard.
Winter mornings like this should come with their own soundtrack of piano music. I've always loved piano music - maybe from growing up listening to my sister play for hours on end. I took a few piano lessons, but greatly disliked my teacher and so with no determination to practice, I never developed much skill to speak of. But Laura played beautifully, and sometimes I would sing while she played our favorite Broadway musical songs.
There's a kind of piano music that just sounds like winter. Moody and soulful. If you know what I mean, then you know the way the notes speaks to your heart on just such a morning as this.
It's the music I always hear on quiet winter mornings like this one.