The biggest snow of the year arrived last night
just in time to bury me beneath a blanket of flu-like symptoms.
Needless to say it makes my enjoyment much less though I do have the luxury of a warm place wherein I can recuperate,
safe behind windows that let the beauty in but keep the cold out.
For many on this spinning sphere, walking in a winter land is more synonymous with a death march.
I pray for a world filled with warm places where the coming of snow is seen as magical and no one shivers outside in the cold.