Life seem to be constantly going, wither its housekeeping, meal making or any other unexpected chore that seems to be coming out of the woodwork lately. There are some times that are relatively peaceful, and might even be called "lazy" These are very rare mind you, but none the less today this afternoon has been just that for me. Out my window there is a million tiny flakes that are bent in delaying my dreams for spring, covering the ground in a white blanket, I'm having all sorts of wintery inclinations just because of the picture that is slowly building outside. I'm sipping a steaming cup of coffee as I write and all day have been having urges to shamelessly tromp through the snow with the ardor of a child. Ah its a sweet thought
but the days demands are building and I can feel my lazy afternoon coming to a rapid close. But still I linger just a but more day dreaming all sorts of things that would be wonderful to do whilst in the snow.
Of certain battles that would be most exciting to be apart of knights and horses all battling in the snow covered hills of times past winter fashions from the ancient days and the old countries. I would love to write all sorts of things about the winter fairies that used to play in my imagination when I was a child, their adventures ignited me to see winter differently as a child, always looking for the tiny creatures that made the snowflakes. I have been most fondly dreaming of a book, I haven't cracked the pages of a book in how long ? I cant say. I know this can't particularly be done outdoors in the falling snow but I know that to sit be a window and enjoy both would be wondrous.
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