Snowed in…
a chance to hunker down in the folds
of a plush blanket
With a soft and slow breath
All is still
but the gentle cascading of snow
and the occasional rugged snowplow
clattering down the road
spraying clouds of
fluffy puffs
Snowed in…
a morning of blinding
and pearly flurries
There’s no place this soul
would rather be…
than in this country cottage
in the midst of bleached white.
That snow day morning I had done a few household chores but took the time to snuggle in and read. I was reading The Divide by Nicolas Evans.
I just finished the book yesterday morning on yet another snow day. It’s worth looking for at a used book store or library. Evans paints a complete picture of all the characters, capturing the readers interest and most importantly forces you to invest emotionally in the characters.
Tom came home from plowing around 9, with a tired hungry look. I cooked him a couple of eggs and made peanut butter toast. Then we planned on watching a movie as the snow continued to fall. This is winter life in New Hampshire, with cold temperatures and the fluffy stuff dominating.
All My Best,
Heart and Soul
