"Winter Light through Trees", oil, by Steven P. Goodman

So far this has been a four-day weekend of stillness and serenity. My life is simple these days, especially compared to so many millions of others, and I'm thankful for it. I've spent the last two days trying to be as appreciative as possible for every single moment, whether it's sitting at the puzzle table to try to understand where the various pieces have their places, or reading some Sarah Orne Jewett stories beside a sunny window, or splitting logs for stove wood under the winter trees. Ava and Noah are with their mom, so we miss them for sure, but the peace and almost total silence is wonderful, I must admit.