It's peaceful today. The sky is that solid white that darkens down to slate at the horizon. The snow is falling, and when I poke my head out the door I can hear a wren, a finch, some geese, a flicker, and two other birds I can't name. The cold air is still and freezes the inside of my nose as I breathe. The year feels old, but it feels the way it should. Cold. Snow. Peaceful.