Ah, yes... another snow filled day in the Not-So-Great-White-North.
Today I awoke to the opposite of the cave phenomenon in my bedroom. I could hear the hissing sound of the continuously falling snow against the windows. The room was illuminated to a milky gossamer of subdued brightness from the snow.
For all the complaining I do about the snow, I can't deny its beauty. This morning I find my world filled with soft quiet... a calming...
I cradle a mug of coffee in my hands and I look out the window into my backyard.
The snow coats the tree limbs.
The Bittersweet berries I didn't prune last fall have a fine layer of snow on them, their color reminiscent of fire, the snow... pure white.
Mother Earth and her daughter, Mother Nature at their best...
I guess I won't be needing Prozac after all.
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