I woke up early this sabbath morning and if it weren’t February, I’d wonder if spring weren’t just around the corner. Here in this small New England town, most of the snow has melted and patches of grass are showing everywhere. The birds are chirping outside my cracked-open window; I wouldn’t be surprised if a robin happened to join them today.
I like mornings like these, where the house is all quiet and clean at the very beginning of a sabbath day – both states being a rarity in a house that holds more than ten people on a given day. I think I’ll slip downstairs with my siddur and curl up on the couch with it and and a cup of coffee.
Happy shabbat. 🙂