I look at the night
Upon freshly fallen snow
I’m struck by the grace
It’s a beautiful, snowy night here in Seattle. It feels wonderful, though I dread tomorrow’s commute.
Chaos Tamer
I look at the night
Upon freshly fallen snow
I’m struck by the grace
It’s a beautiful, snowy night here in Seattle. It feels wonderful, though I dread tomorrow’s commute.
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I love being inside when its snowing outside and having no place to go. Then the next break after the snow, when the sky is blue and the snow is just there.
That is lovely
That’s where your poem brought me 😉
Seems like a nice place to be brought. Hope that’s true.
Yes indeed