a moment of waxing poetic
I woke up to snow this morning.
Not a heavy snow. light small flakes. snow always reminds me of things fresh and new. As I gaze out the window and daydream a bit, you just can't help but think all things are right with the world. at least for a short, peaceful few minutes.
for now I am enjoying the cold weather. next year i may hate it, but now it is nice to have some change in the weather. a little cold. i have missed that.
wax on, wax off
back to reality now!
listening to hoobustank...............