Is it snowing where you are ? All the world that I see from my window is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - traces of light are just setting behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write.
Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream.There’s a steaming mug in my hands, warming my fingers. There’s a friend seated across from me in the cozy chair, warming my heart.
There is mystery unfolding.
Blouse; VJ Style