There is something delicious in stepping out on the porch, at a party where the music is ringing in your ears and the alcohol is buzzing hotly in your veins, and step straight into a snow storm.
To take a break from clinking wine glasses and loud music, burlesque dancers, the heat of many bodies and your companions' shouted conversation. To feel the icy wind go straight through your flimsy dress, to see your high heels make delicate prints in the snow. To wrap a soft cardigan around your shoulders and breathe deeply. To hear only silence. To smell the winter of the North.
2 comments:
the winter of the North indeed!
we are having flurries of snow in a white christmas here in New England. A slice of a life I used to read about in books, now managing to live it in person, far from my native shored.
Glimpses into your seasons are treasured as always, PP.
Thanks, always good to hear from you! Enjoy your white Christmas!
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