While sitting here gazing through some blogs
I look out my window to the night sky
We are supposed to have snow early in the morning
I hope so , I have missed it.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry