Finding My Focus

I came to Denver yesterday for a DR appointment
I heard the wind rattling the windowpanes in the night.

When I woke this morning, a wet snow clung like foam to all surfaces.

My only sojourn outside was to shovel the front walk.

I was disappointed that the city streets and sidewalks were so sloppy. I'm having my stress test with the Cardiologist on Monday. I hoped to run today to practice for my time on the treadmill.

The house is silent when I'm alone. Sometimes, I comment on something I've read and realize my husband isn't here to answer. We don't have TV in the city, so there's no background babble. I like interludes of solitude and quiet. 

This is an old chest I have sitting right inside the front door.

I practiced focusing on different aspects of it.

It's dilapidated.

Paint is chipped.

Drawer pulls are loose.

Nothing fits together as it should.

I love its look. It has character.

In late afternoon, I lit the candles and tried focus again. 

It's harder than I imagined to focus on a flickering candle flame.

 (Much easier to make the fruit the focus.) 

I ate dinner alone by candlelight.
Now, I'm going to read until bedtime. Maybe I'll stay up late into the night. (Or more likely, I'll be asleep by 10!)
Tomorrow is a new day, perhaps calling for a different focus.