We get measurable snow here just infrequently enough that it gets everyone excited. Tonight it's falling gently but steadily.
I bounce my flash and the backyard is my disco ball.
But the soundtrack is deliciously muted.
Maybe, in the silence,
tonight we'll all sleep.
3 comments:
Ooh -- disco balls, indeed. I propose that there is almost nothing more lovely than falling snow. And we, too, recieve so little of it, that I appreciate your glittering, flashy night.
Sleep tight :)
Adore!
(And it's a fairly safe thing to assert a proposal that there is 'almost nothing' more lovely than something else, right? Gives one lots of room for recanting.)
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