by Sr Nunother
Storm warnings in the Convent create a (excuse the pun) flurry of activity. The shoveling team mobilizes, shop sisters stock wood and check the generator, and the kitchen sisters inventory food staples, preparing for sixty home for lunch. Me? I indulge in short term unreality. I’ll sleep late, mosey down for a cup of coffee, then read by the fire (which someone else has blazing). Should the snow continue, I imagine board games, naps, and a leisurely snow walk. It never happens, and yesterday was no exception. I woke up early, my brain swirling with things I needed to do. The fire, nap, book, board games, and walk never materialized. It was a surprisingly normal day with one exception: the view from the window was outstanding.