Sunday Morning

A quick jaunt out to pick up some milk this morning. The neighborhood is quiet. A gray squirrel quickly darts across the road, over the frozen pile of snow, and up another tree. People may be up in their houses, but the houses are dark. In this early hour there are no lights shining out windows. The sky is a cloudy blanket covering our heads, no light shining through there either. There are no barking dogs, no big trucks downshifting, no children calling to their friends – it is quiet. The store is quiet, almost empty. I usually like this early hour to reflect, but today it seems too quiet. I hurry home and write this post.