Snowfakes on roses...

It's snowing, the first real snow of the year. Tomorrow the kids will come out and make snow angels and forts to keep themselves safe from the cold. For now though, the snow is mine. I sit on the porch, clutching the warm coffee I've made, and savour the smell or the cold: that sharp, clean smell that comes after a snowfall and tingles at your nose until you can't feel it anymore. Breath it in, tomorrow will come, and the peace will be shattered.

Brings to mind that lovely faery-tale by Hans Christian Anderson: The Snow Queen. Poor little Gerta, and Kay, but it all works out in the end.

Decorated the Chritsmas tree tonight. I was going to hold out until Dec.1st, but tonight felt right. This is the best part of the season. Early December has all of the feelings, the cheer, the nostalgia, with none of the rush. Happy Christmas, it's going to be a good one. ^_^