The first snow of winter had fallen, transforming the landscape into a blank canvas that reflected light in exciting new ways. Her fingers, once desperate to meet her editors deadline, lazed on the keyboard as she gazed out the window. The glistening blanket absorbed the sound as random lights danced over the hedge. It was a comforting rhythm she was unable to ignore.
Forcing herself to her feet, she stoked the wood burner and grabbed a drink before returning to her chair. Tucking her feet under her thighs, she snuggled into her blanket and stared at the blinking cursor. Suddenly, working seemed wrong. A sense of peace washed over her soul as she turned off the computer and opened a book. Wake up calls came in many forms and if you were smart enough to recognize them, you were a lucky person.