Haven't felt much like writing--
one of those times when I go inwards and curl up by some inner hearth, and have nothing much to say to the world around. Not that nothing's happening... But I woke this morning, sat up and saw--It snew overnight! And still looks to be coming down! So what if I yearn for spring, for warmth...? There is some part of me that turns to glee when it snows, that adores the beauty, the transforming of the world. There is more magic in a woods full of snow, every tree etched in black and white, than in... Sign in to see full entry.