It Snowed!
I woke up to the most beautiful of visions this morning - no Ty was not next to me - but it was snowing!
Outside there was a thick blanket of whiteness covering the slumbering earth and crystaline flakes fell from the skies. The trees were all delicately frosted and the atmosphere was one of crisp perfection. Winter. Well, at least the beginning anyway is just totally amazing.
It for the romantics...those who'd like to hide from fierce reality 'neath a warm blanket woven with birght threads, secure in the arms of the beloved...looking out the window together, looking at the gentle flakes all falling stars, falling wishes from above.
It is for the coffee lovers...those who actually own a huge coffe mug with a smiling face on one side; for whom the very aroma means the passion of a morn anew; to lose the coldness of the world in soft sips, to feel the warmth and daring rush of caffine.
But most of all, it is for Romantic coffe lovers! People who share the coffee drinking time together on crisp, white mornings looking out the window...
Thats where I am...looking out the window; behind my transparent boundary looking at all who leave the transience of their footprints in the snow; feeling the silent joy of promises as sparkling snowflakes from the sky but feeling also their ultimate weightlessness as they fall to the ground to melt into history.
I woke up to the most beautiful of visions this morning - no Ty was not next to me - but it was snowing!
Outside there was a thick blanket of whiteness covering the slumbering earth and crystaline flakes fell from the skies. The trees were all delicately frosted and the atmosphere was one of crisp perfection. Winter. Well, at least the beginning anyway is just totally amazing.
It for the romantics...those who'd like to hide from fierce reality 'neath a warm blanket woven with birght threads, secure in the arms of the beloved...looking out the window together, looking at the gentle flakes all falling stars, falling wishes from above.
It is for the coffee lovers...those who actually own a huge coffe mug with a smiling face on one side; for whom the very aroma means the passion of a morn anew; to lose the coldness of the world in soft sips, to feel the warmth and daring rush of caffine.
But most of all, it is for Romantic coffe lovers! People who share the coffee drinking time together on crisp, white mornings looking out the window...
Thats where I am...looking out the window; behind my transparent boundary looking at all who leave the transience of their footprints in the snow; feeling the silent joy of promises as sparkling snowflakes from the sky but feeling also their ultimate weightlessness as they fall to the ground to melt into history.
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