I woke up this morning to the silvery white light that often always means snow.
And sure enough, the flakes were swirling and dancing their way down from the clouds when I peeked through my curtains.
I spent the afternoon seeing the play, A Christmas Carol, eating at a restaurant with lots of character, then walking with friends, enjoying the quiet, snowy evening.
After arriving home, I warmed up with a mug of hot chocolate and now have plans to grab a few warm blankets and read a few chapters of Coming Home.
Writing this post and looking at the photos I took tonight, I was reminded of Robert Frost’s poem Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening.
And while we were in the city, I still felt and saw the beauty that Frost captures.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Wishing you peace and comfort on this snowy evening.