snowflakes on the hill

We who love the wintertime are few and far between. Many would say it is easier to love winter when you live your life like a house cat, staying indoors and always attached to your warm coat, but many of us do not lead our lives this way. Even the girl who'd rather stay alone to play her banjo needs to go outside once in awhile, even if it's just to feel the wind blow. There are groceries to be bought, paths to be wandered upon, dogs to be walked and fresh air to take in, one cannot hibernate until the sun is warm enough for growing flowers, there is simply no living in that. When I stand on the hill, I see a world where everything looks like a cotton covered mountain. I breathe in the smell of cinder and pine rising from the neighborhood chimneys. I hear the familiar sound of snowflakes kissing the earth. I think to myself, this is it, this is wintertime.

I feel lucky to live in a home that sees all shades of weather. It makes the discovery of a spring time flower or the chirping of a bird feel so much sweeter. Today, the sun is brightly casting shadows upon the pine trees. Tomorrow, the sun could be hiding behind a pack of snow-fed clouds. For now, I'll watch the black capped chickadee dance on barren branches while I grow flowers in my head.

Wherever you are, stay warm and hopeful.

   The Outfit

Skirt – Oasap

  Blouse – A gift from my friend Joanna

Fringe  Boots – Aldo

  Tights – Christmas gift

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