Snow fall

[skewgee]

What a lovely day to close the cabin doors from the inside. It has occured to me that it has only been a poor perspective of mine, and that on a whole things have only been getting better for me all along. I am continually fortunate to be in company with so many good friends. I can even put aside the concern that my friends still here might wish I weren't, because I know better. The dancing snowflakes in the wind and the crunch of it packing under my footsteps erase all worries of responsibility.
So mellow a day does not come often. I feel flush in the midst of winter; no need to confuse it with a cheek brushed by cold winds. Rosy posey in my windowsill.