it was a rough weekend
suffice it to say, i've enjoyed two days of chicken broth and saltines
when i awoke saturday morning,
it was snowing.
i drug myself out of bed around 11,
and went out under the flakes to capture the new blanket of white
snow kissed branches
one of my favorite sights
and the silence
there's nothing that sounds like the falling snow
how does it work it's magic?
even on our busy street i felt momentarily lost in a forest
tonight's silence comes, not with snow,
but with lights
you know, that moment...
after everyone else is in bed
and you're alone in the dark with the sparkling christmas tree
might be my favorite thing about this time of year
peace, perfect peace