barberry frost

snow makes winter bearable - makes the bare branches and brown fields beautiful. early early today (2 am) i walked outside to experience the divine silence of snow. i felt like lucy in the lion, witch, and wardrobe (c.s.lewis)...through the wardrobe into a different snowy world - past the lamppost into the winter wonderland....if it wasn't 18 degrees, i could have stayed out there for hours.
snow is more magical at night.
falling where it will,
erasing the ugly with soft icy hands..