Fat, fluffy flakes, drifting down from a gray-weighted sky….
gracing the ground…
And melting away later in the day.
This is the perfect day.
Perfect for writing a chapter of “Austin”.
Perfect for brewing up a pot of soup.
Perfect for knitting another panel of wool, to be turned into felt and used later, in some project I have yet to decide upon. I have lovely ribbon yarn, to go onto the beautiful wooden loom I bought from Jennifer at CraftSanity.com.
It’s a day. I’m here to live it.