February 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
Fairy Snow all morning teensy tiny perfectly round seed flakes dusting rocks and sand and seaweeds with a powdered sugar. Driftwood wears a new look.
Our quick freeze air creates movie sets for an ice age version of The Dark Crystal. Can’t you just imagine the creature that might step from the dark doorway behind the ice? Or the wise old soul that ambles toward us steadying itself with a paw along the clay wall?
Things are growing. Nothing still about Winter.