Nothing

I’m doing nothing. Just sitting in a chair without moving, watching the woods outside my window.

The day is overcast without a breeze and the trees are still. The temperature is rising into the forties for the first time this spring and the snow is slowly melting. We’re in between seasons and something could be happening because two weather fronts are pushing against each other, but nothing is. Outside, a young squirrel that was carrying mouthfuls of leaves up to a hollow in the tree to make a nest has stopped its work to rest with its arms on the edge of a hole to watch the world go by.