This morning the sun painted the sky with impressionist hues of soft glowing orange, peach, pink, yellow, lavendar, blue, green. It made me think of Monet's haystacks in winter.
There was also a snowbow frozen in the cloudless sky. I think that minute crystals of ice were blowing around near the ground reflecting the sun through billions of tiny prisms.
Today I had a meeting and had to venture out. The snow crystals were blowing catching the sun and twinkling like stars. I felt like I was in a snow globe that someone had just shaken.
It's cold. Bitter cold but the sky is popsicle blue and the sun orange. It's really quite stunning. The trees are outlined in purple on the snow below.
The snow crunches when you walk on it. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Tonight my friend Lisa is getting married. It was a short romance. She loves to stage things. They'll be married in a small wooden church. A horse and sleigh will pick them up and take them to their little cabin in the woods. I imagine a roaring fire.
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