Footprints

I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling slightly irreverent

At the sight of my heavy boot-prints disrupting the pristine white snow

At my feet, a very cold, very happy Pug is romping

Attempting to catch the powder in his open mouth

And sputtering at its coldness

His panting mouth looks like a smile of ecstatic joy

And, as suddenly as I make the observation of his happiness,

He bounds off to the end of his leash

Bouncing giddily in the fresh snow

Somehow, his tracks do not strike me as being as offensive as mine

Somehow, his make sense

Outside My Window, Snow

The snow has stopped falling for the night

The street lights reflecting off snow flakes

Light up the evening in a bright luminance

That can only be seen on a winter’s night

I will pull the warm blanket over my shoulders

And melt into my wife

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

peace, wayf 

There is really nothing you must be and there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have and there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand that fire burns, and when it rains, the earth gets wet.

-Zen saying

peace, wayf

Just thought I'd post some summertime photos for you all today to help you get through this chilly first day of Feb. 

We have had snow flurries all day here, but it is considerably warmer than it has been for the last couple of days. 

I love winter, but these photos sure did make me feel warmer today.

Happy Februrary!

peace, wayf