The Show Outside The Window

With coffee at my side I watch silent snow fall from heaven
No where I have to be right now, does this snow fall just for me?
I could push myself up and out of this chair and put my cup into the sink.
I could get up and clean the kitchen or do a load of laundry.
I could just stay a while in silent amazement watching pure white dominate the gray dirt.
I could childishly assume that a moment has been carved into time for God to say,
"Here, sit by me and rest a moment. Let's watch the show outside the window."