The world is growing more and more white as the morning continues and my heart sings. We needed the moisture but deeper than that my soul relishes snow!
Here is Adorable Tim's response to the early morning cold. He faithfully gets up with me when I get up early to meditate... but his meditation is to become a "perfect zen circle of a cat!" How he tucks up so tightly I will never know!
I wrote a poem once when I was quite young that I am remembering this morning. It is about how much I love winter:
The last of winter's children
Dances on the sand
In her father's tattered clothing
Dancing with the wind
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