It has been
snowing again, today. At times, it feels
like it has been snowing forever. And at
times, it seems as though the snow will never end. That winter will just go on forever.
It has come to
that point in the season, where I have begun to long for the changing of the
seasons, the warmth and the wet of spring.
The days when you can smell the changes in the air, the sun warmed dirt,
the smell of green things beginning to push their way up through the soil.
That is what we
love about spring. The sense of
everything coming alive again. Though up
here, in the Northwoods, they tend to call it “mud season.”
But, that is a
ways off. Tonight I rejoiced in the 17
degrees we were above zero! And the
beauty, the pure and pristine glory that is a fresh fall of snow. For it blankets the world, it bedecks the
tree branches turning them into magical creatures. Reminds me of Cinderella as her Fairy
Godmother turns her ragged dress into a gorgeous ball gown. There is nothing quite like a pine all gowned
in white.
Tonight, as I sit
quiet and comfortable in my little blue house, my mind is spinning in
circles. For I have been delving into
promising material for my next book.
Russian Folk Tales! Oh how
interesting they are. Good think I
already have a country based off of Russian Culture within my world. I must decide which tales to focus on though,
for they are all so interesting and many of them have a darkness to them that
would be very easy to turn into a novel, it provides enough details and good
enough villains to set up truly convincing stories. And that is what I seek, when I look. And with that little teaser, I shall leave
you. Good night snowy world. May you wake to the brilliance of sunshine on pristine snow!
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