Some of you may be sick of all this snow, but not I.
Lullaby has been sung, kids kissed and tucked in.
Doors locked and kitchen tidied for the morning.
Lights out. All of them. But through my wall of windows, facing the back towards the wood it beckons.
Silverlined limbs and shrouded ground, softly glowing sky of still falling crystal dust.
Not a
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