Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Walking to the mailbox on a snowy day

So quiet. The world has stopped turning.
Clomping in my father's boots, I'm the first to leave evidence of human presence in the snow.
I don't notice the beauty around me.
Wrapped in a yellow blanket, the cold is the only thing I'm aware of.
Suddenly, I hear wind chimes.
Their fairy voices gently wake me.
I stop.
I breathe.
I look.
Snow drifts down and softly settles in my hair.
The world is a lovely place.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Me voici...

I don't think I'm adding anything great to the world by creating this blog.

But I think I shall like it.