Lovely, dark fog this morning in the garden. Frost on the rooftops, on the dried leaves scattered throughout the grass and on spent roses—like frozen jewels on crystal petals. I can hardly see the trees just down the garden past the fence; muffled as they are in this silent and puzzling cloud of muted whites and grays. And I liked it.
Like in a dream from which you had just woken up, I move from the window and realize I've been standing there, looking outside for a long time; or perhaps, was it just a moment in time?
I’m thinking I should go outside before this magical world of ice melts before my eyes, but I had candles here and coffee brewing in the coffee pot. It is still early and the morning calls for some cuddling up. I love when the house is this quiet, and the feeling of calmness it bestows.
May you all have a cozy weekend!
