Today I shared my attic loft with two adult sons. One was working from home because power was out at his place of business due to yesterday's snowstorm. The other employed his efforts at, well, finding employment. The three of us quietly worked away at our respective endeavors, shut away from the rest of the world as tree branches outside released huge clumps of snow, freeing themselves from the white blanket that had covered them.
Downstairs, muted by closed doors, grandchildren shrieked and played and ran through the house, their mothers keeping close watch over them and their own sanity. But in my attic, blessed peace, serenity and calm reigned.