snow tea on my back porch
Waking up to snow, the air is soft and still, delicate. I heat the water kettle, pull snow boots over my flannels and wrap around a scarf. The wind throws open the back door. I carefully walk, slide through the snow to the table, sit down, make tea, and listen to the sounds of the coming day.
January 12th, 2010 at 11:44 pm
Ah brave of you! In my opinion i am getting a bit sick of snow, but that is just me
January 13th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
I love the quiet of new snow, I love to be in it, to hear it falling, maybe the faraway bark of a dog. The world in new again for a little while.