gentle white falling, heaven's soft gift almost covering the land, almost made new and I'm adrift in thoughts of you. every morning, rich foamy delight in a mug, this morning scented cinnamon, gifts of bounty and promise for toil and I'm awash in your friendship. woosh and wings and slack-jawed stare - catch it, catch it, I murmur behind the lens hands shaking. a brush of majesty, unbidden, and I'm transformed already and again.
"That got me thinking..." 