Sunny doesn't begin to describe the brilliance.
Fractals of frost on the backs windows.
Dregs of snow gusted into the micro-topography of the yard.
Hot coffee inside.
And though these be the times that try men's soles (the floor is freezing!-- but I just found slippers), why would I trade it! I mean, just look at what God made!
1 comment:
I admire ice very much.
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