Posted on January 22, 2014

Slow To See

Slow To See

Old Man Winter has returned to my part of the world. His chill breath blows cold, dropping temperatures to single digits and below. Ground frozen stiff is dressed in a suit of white, tailor-made in heaven. Drifts, smooth and white–glittering like diamonds–fringe snow covered roads and fence enclosed fields. Long translucent icicles hold tight like … Continue reading