It’s cold here!  So cold that your lungs feel frozen when you try to breathe.

There is a hush upon the land, a stillness that says…shhhh, step softly, go carefully, do not disturb the silence of the sleeping earth.

The woodstove is a blessing!

Still there is a wonderful beauty of the evening sky—the jagged pink line of snow covered mountains

As the setting sun brings to us the darkness…flowing in quietly all around us

The brilliance fading into gray.

Still the moon, that heart stopping brightly glowing moon, teases me with the thought I could grab a bare branch, of the highest tree, and swing like a trapeze artist.

If I could do so I  would be able to catch myself on the hook of that growing moon.  Then I would skip and jump from one glowing star to another— walking among the vault of heaven, which arches over our magnificent earth.

From my world to your heart

Linda