The blustery snow continues to build in intensity.
A doe is shielded under the low branches.
Her stillness seems restful and relaxed.
Contemplating her repose is calming me.
I was feeling anxious and trapped by the storm.
I had to decide to redefine my day.
Tranquility is replacing my agitation.
My focus has changed.
I am sheltered from the cold.
I’m thankful for my treehouse.
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