is like this "gift" of snow.
I'd rather stay inside where it is warm and just look out through frozen window.
then...
feelings denied
move out into the cold.
All senses alive now.
Beauty dances down on and all around.
Joy.
Small "steps".
no regret.
hi!! I wanted to respond to your comment - links are fine!!! Links are great!! Link away!! :)
ReplyDeleteShe REFUSED to link - instead she just cut and pasted what I wrote. That's not okay :)