Monday, December 24, 2012
as the snow flies
there is nothing quite as disconcerting as crawling under the quilts for a few hours' sleep in the afternoon and waking up to find the entire landscape has changed. it's as if one had spent a few moments in summer-filled fairie and come back a hundred years later to snow and ice. where once there were roads, now there are great swaths of powdery snow. where the air was crisp and clear, it is now frosted and filled with flurries of white. for those around these parts who wanted a white xmas, prayers have been answered. with great abandon!