Snow Days
I'm looking out on a stark white yard, a hunched magnolia, and flakes falling in a sweet kind of rhythm. I like the silence of the snow. It builds up…
I'm looking out on a stark white yard, a hunched magnolia, and flakes falling in a sweet kind of rhythm. I like the silence of the snow. It builds up…
There's this fog that sits and lifts in the mornings here. It dances around valleys in the earliest parts of the day, sending everything into this glorious sheen. It hovers…