REMNANTS

The snow is falling, again, fine, tiny crystals.  At first, I thought that a fog had rolled in, but then I noticed how the wind caught them up into eddys - swirling in the air.  How lovely, even more so because I had nothing urging me outdoors. No appointments to keep; no commitments to honor.

Trying to catch the beauty of the moment, I quickly snapped a few shots of the view from my back entry which overlooks the woods from the porch.  Instead, I notice that there sits a good friend, my rocking chair, waiting for me to return as if it were not the kind of cold that makes your fingers hurt and your nose stings.  A remnant of warmer days, the rocking chair mocked the snow and cold.