Ooof,
and so it begins…
One of many mornings to come,
when I will exclaim to my husband
or really,
to the day
in my froggy morning voice
What fresh hell is this…
(deep bow
to Dorothy Parker)
somehow overnight the world outside my window
turned into
a winter wonderland
November 1st and most unceremoniously
or rather
quite quietly in the night
winter gathered in
and not just a light dusting, a few errant
flakes
that melt upon contact (as one had been expecting)
no, a complete billowy, marshmallow-y
piling up of what turns out to be…
a sort of
beautiful display
of wintery white
and it hasn’t stopped
yet.
Come here, let me whisper
in your ear
today,
get up, go out…
and find something
beautiful ♥
