13...two~
i had spoke with one yesterday
exclaiming i would much rather enjoy a wee bit of sun or sparkling white snow
13...two
rains that seem like torrential yet are merely a pour
winds that howls
pine cones dropping as if the sky was falling
trees dancing about as they sway to and fro
chimes by which echo all through the night
fires crackling
warmth arising
a bounty of blankets
a continual cup of tea
writing of letters
revisiting pictures from the past
old forgotten memories
happiness abounds through the dismal winter days
Bob Dylan once said:
"Some people feel the rain
Others just get wet."
quite frankly
i have moved past feeling the rain
and am down right just getting wet!