On this bleak, rainy, windy, foggy Saturday morning, I am finding beauty in everything. I am getting a chance to slow down and just BE right now. There is beauty in the barren winter trees, their branches stretching up toward the sky filled with grayish, white snow clouds. Wind quickly changes the face of the sky, clouds scattering, blowing, new formations made within seconds, a reflection of life. I am sitting at my desk, dividing my time between watching the world outside and writing, while listening to Norah Jones, drinking a vanilla latte while my kitten plays or naps. Poetry is singing in my mind as my pen brushes across the pages of my journal; I am wrapped in the folds of creativity at this moment in time, my voice and inner thoughts being heard. Creativity flows, I am grateful!