Snow . . .

Snow

so soft

so cold

so very quiet . . .

a cold morning in Maine . . .mid-winter and a bit chilly with snow falling fast.  Coffee welcome as the first breath of morning in this old soul . . . much to do but I want to sit and watch the flurry and chaos outside the window, whilst I am warm and waking inside, alone, but nevertheless living and grateful for the grace which is my life . . . ~♥~