I love winter mornings. They take their time, a slow and easy build to the day. Summer and Spring mornings are too peppy for me. They jump right into sunrise with a feisty brush of the moon. I need time, a few more minutes with night before I have to say goodbye and good morning.…
She was beautiful, wrapped in winter, and he wondered if she would allow him the pleasure of watching her welcome spring. I get wordy and super romantic as fall moves into winter. I’m not sure why, but something in me blooms when everything else is cold and dying. There’s mystery and an urgency to winter…
I love snow. It’s all soft edges, but crisp and biting. Snow is moody. I don’t mind the cold. It reminds me of being a little girl. Fresh on a mountain or plowed to the side of the road. There’s magic in snow, maybe I love the magic. I live in the desert. If I…