a soft white quilt

Snow is falling, at last. I can only hope for enough of it to fall. I want to put on snowshoes and walk in quiet meadows, listening to the creaking trees, and feeling the Earth gently stirring under it's downy quilt.

It will be a dance.  All senses engaged. Sensual. Sensitive.

For now, I sit,  gazing out the window, watching the tiny flakes fall. Entraced.