When the canvas was a painting

Drops of paint

Drops of paint

Tiny clouds floating down towards us,

Watery drops of frozen joy,

Cleansing the mind as I observe them.

Turning everything around me into a white canvas,

On which winter is drawn out.


The first snowfall is here. And it is profoundly beautiful. We will be heading out into the woods at the earliest over the weekend. Can’t wait!

Thoughts go out to those affected by Hurricane Xaver though – wishing everyone affected a speedy and good recovery.


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