this time now

the soft time

when beauty is etched into naked branches and and breath you can see

the gentle time

when grass crunches with a sound that ends abruptly

the cozy time

when flannel pygama bottoms and hooded sweatshirts dominate the fashion landscape

the pure time

when a white coat hushes the world into gentle acceptance 

the reflective time

when the necessities of life are reduced to a cup of tea and a lit candle and a journal

the precious time

as are all the days