Today we shared pizza, topped with feta and artichokes, my youngest daughter and I. Our words took flight, like sparks from this time- between- time hearth. Later, we watched a marathon of Ugly Betty; gasps and giggles punctuating the afternoon. We shouldn't have, no we really shouldn't, but oh we did, eat Whoopie Pie ice cream with whipped cream. We laughed at the name, we laughed at our portions, and accepted the stillness that today brought. Lemon candles burned inside, while fear was buried out under snow. Surely, this is what peace feels like.