HOM is back in our old home and sends me this photo of the outside this morning.
there is a loveliness to that misty dawn with twinkling lights and the blanket of untrodden snow that never fails to draw me anew.
the pragmatic part of me shudders to remember the bone-chilling cold the frozen frosted windshield and the backbreaking shoveling. but the other part is enchanted all over again just like at the beginning.
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