The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

It's been another one of those days where I wake up exhausted, the work day crawls by, I finally get home and - BAM - it's suddenly midnight and I don't know how the time was frittered away.  

However...tonight I'm ok with the fact that the hour is late, because it's snowing.  I've been sitting in my papasan chair admiring the falling snow, mug of hot herbal tea in hand (it's Sleepytime Extra, Ada!), sconces illuminated, and am feeling very calm and content.

I like to think of snowy nights that brighten into white mornings as blank canvases...which is just what I need.  The possibilities are endless!

I love snow.  And I'm off to bed.