Early morning, cold gray sky.
It is difficult to distinguish the ground from the sky. Is it gray and white? Or white and gray?
I am walking in a snow globe.
Snow coming down, covering the ground in a thick blanket of flakes.
The world is muffled under the wet white.
Counting down to Christmas.
Shopping and wrapping.
Singing and laughing.
just makes it seem more so.
The most wonderful time of the year.