Snow

"On freshly fallen, silent shrouded snow..." - Simon & Garfunkel

There is nothing more beautiful than gray tree brances dusted with snow, reaching into a powder-blue sky. This was the sight that greeted me this morning on my way to work- cold and clear, slushy streets, broken cornstalks pushing up through patches of snow... yet along the horizon, perfect beauty.

I love snow. There is nothing more inviting than the thought of Steve and me in a hot tub, looking out over a snow-covered landscape through frosty panes of glass. When I lived in Monticello, our 100+ year old farmhouse had two set-in porches on the west side of the house which had, at one time, been open. They had been fitted with floor-to-ceiling sliding glass doors in recent years, but Allerton Park had kept the original wrought iron accents, and I always envisioned the down-stairs porch as the perfect place for a hot tub.

I guess it is bad to imagine Steve and me there when I lived there with the ex, but it's my fantasy- so I can imagine anything I want. Just us, sharing a nice bottle of wine, watching the snow fall while soaking in the hot tub.

And later, we could start a nice fire in the hearth and get BIZZAY!

(Come on, I am ME, you know...)