Returning home after a two month road trip affords the opportunity to return to the practices established in this house, the ones that stand me in good stead. I watch my breath as I behold the morning becoming– the way the sunlight paints certain areas golden while at the same time creating shadows that change rapidly in intensity. I notice how the top of each spruce tree has a different shape. The snow removal equipment on the street seems to be invigorated. Winter at last! The practice of open-eyed meditation floods back into my life.