{"id":2222,"date":"2013-02-10T09:28:43","date_gmt":"2013-02-10T14:28:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=2222"},"modified":"2013-02-10T09:43:48","modified_gmt":"2013-02-10T14:43:48","slug":"drifts-of-snow-angles-of-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=2222","title":{"rendered":"Drifts of Snow, Angles of Light"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/snowbound.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2226\" alt=\"snowbound\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/snowbound.jpg?resize=660%2C884\" width=\"660\" height=\"884\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/snowbound.jpg?w=1936 1936w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/snowbound.jpg?resize=224%2C300 224w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/snowbound.jpg?resize=764%2C1024 764w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/snowbound.jpg?w=1320 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The snow brought a lovely quiet and a rare state of &#8216;not-doing&#8217; to my home.<a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/tn-4-e1360502938656.jpeg\"><br \/>\n<\/a>Life always seems a constant of &#8216;must-do&#8217;s&#8217;. You know, the endless lists: laundry, cook, clean, groceries, pay-bills, exercise squeezed in around a 40 hour job. Even things I enjoy \u00a0and some I love &#8212; have an element of &#8216;must&#8217; to them &#8211; or at least a feeling of &#8216;should&#8217; &#8211; \u00a0socialize, write, walk, even read. Do, do, do!<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-bedroom-window-2.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2229\" alt=\"from the bedroom window 2\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-bedroom-window-2.jpg?resize=660%2C884\" width=\"660\" height=\"884\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-bedroom-window-2.jpg?w=1936 1936w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-bedroom-window-2.jpg?resize=224%2C300 224w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-bedroom-window-2.jpg?resize=764%2C1024 764w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-bedroom-window-2.jpg?w=1320 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>But this weekend, blanketed by record snows, we were told by the authorities (!) to stay home. <em>Stay home.<\/em> You must stay home! How sweet. Obediently, I didn&#8217;t budge. I did a few things from my <em>enjoyable<\/em> &#8216;must&#8217; list like reading and cooking and a little writing &#8211; but for a few hours of being home-bound, I did nothing. Except,\u00a0<em>look<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Rob-at-bedroom-window.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2230\" alt=\"Rob at bedroom window\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Rob-at-bedroom-window.jpg?resize=660%2C884\" width=\"660\" height=\"884\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Rob-at-bedroom-window.jpg?w=1936 1936w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Rob-at-bedroom-window.jpg?resize=224%2C300 224w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Rob-at-bedroom-window.jpg?resize=764%2C1024 764w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Rob-at-bedroom-window.jpg?w=1320 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>In winter, I get up to go to work in the dark. Dressing by the light of the closet so as not to disturb still sleeping R, I often choose colors or socks that are just a tad mismatched. By the time I lumber upstairs again at the end of the day to change out of work clothes, it&#8217;s dark again. I rarely see the light in my sweet bedroom. So on one of these frozen days, stuck at home by snow drifts and howling winds, I sat on my bed and watched the light and the views from my bedroom window.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2232\" alt=\"bedroom ligth\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg?resize=660%2C493\" width=\"660\" height=\"493\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg?w=2592 2592w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg?resize=300%2C224 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg?resize=1024%2C764 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg?w=1320 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/bedroom-ligth.jpg?w=1980 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/from-the-window-21.jpg\"><br \/>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<p>I reveled in the sweet angles of golden warmth and shadows I rarely glimpse. Like a cat, I curled up in the slowly shifting patches of warmth and did not leave until the light was gone and the sky had faded to a chilly pink.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The snow brought a lovely quiet and a rare state of &#8216;not-doing&#8217; to my home. Life always seems a constant of &#8216;must-do&#8217;s&#8217;. You know, the endless lists: laundry, cook, clean, groceries, pay-bills, exercise squeezed in around a 40 hour job. Even things I enjoy \u00a0and some I love &#8212; have an element of &#8216;must&#8217; to &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=2222\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Drifts of Snow, Angles of Light<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[14,47,35,38,46,37,12,31,41,61,19,27,28,7],"class_list":["post-2222","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-seasonal-musings","tag-books","tag-cooking","tag-learning-to-relax","tag-light","tag-meditation","tag-morning","tag-nature","tag-neighborhood","tag-seasons","tag-snow","tag-time","tag-walks","tag-work","tag-writing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-zQ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2222","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2222"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2222\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2240,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2222\/revisions\/2240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2222"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2222"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2222"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}