Occasionally I wait for night and gaze atop the loft where all I see are orbs of orange street lights visible at the fore of a white backdrop. Imagine — snow and lumps of it smoothed over houses perched on the mountain side. A fraction of what a snowy Switzerland would be if I could only dream. Life’s been still outside these walls, can’t say the same for a tight schedule at home. From 7am classes to in-person tutoring sessions with my daughter’s teachers and everything in-between, I’ve been overbooked but I run this castle.. yet time stops upon a glass window to behold.