Silently Being Part of the Great Cosmic Gospelbook

This really has been a Groundhogday. An amorphous timelapse between two dark nights. Outside it kept rainy-brown. Almost nothing moved. Windless greybrown day of utter nondescriptedness. Yeas, Groundhogday. And what had Punxatawny Dr Phil to say?
Six more weeks of wintertime! Be patient, stay confident. Nothing happens, nothing will change for Fourtytwo days to come…No vaccination, no visitors to meet, no sweethearts to cuddle. Stay serene at home and do make your walk as soon as possible.
That verdict would make your old day silent and grey. Except for that one melodious birdcall this morning as I opened the kitchendoor:”Tchiep”, I heard and saw someone flying up and away in the halfdark gardenbushes. Ah…You need Your Morningcorns&seeds. I’m birdfeeding as if that had never been Willemien’s task –among others..No really its my Joy now and I never forget. I never forget the Raccoons in the evening. They are as fat as Punxatawny Dr Phil..
Pst..do’nt let the neighbour hear your voices, because he hates you and wants you to perish. Keep as silent as possible. Oh, those lovely tittering gutturals as you shuffle around my feet in the dark. They have plenty of reserves for another frosty six weeks to sleep through in their uphill quarry cave.  
In between these two feeding joys I stayed inside most of time the day, reading, thinking, meditating. Such a priveledge to enjoy this silence in lonelyness. Enjoying this new peaceful solitude without any desolation or boredom. No noisy TV, no phonecalls. Some Music now&then. Just Living this Moment as a way of Being a tiny part of the Great Cosmic Gospel Book.