She woke up and in the chilled morning air, quickly pulled on her clothes. She looked outside at the flakes swirling down in the winter wind and bundled up in boots and coat and hat.
It was a snow day for the whole world around her, and the usual weekday routine was thrown off course completely. There would be no trains, no cars, few people. She went outside with the dog to enjoy the frosty solitude wrought by the storm.
She tensed alive against the cold and breathed in the pink hues of dawn. She listened to the intense quiet. She thought about her footsteps in the fresh snow, the dog jumping in the white drifts and nothing else.
She found herself amazed at – and grateful for – the vast beauty of this nothingness.