It started last night.
The stillness, the quiet.
Nothing but the snow gently falling from the sky.
The joy in the morning to see the world transformed.
The desire to go out and leave your mark.
The moment you realize there is nowhere you have to be.
That there is nowhere else you'd rather be.
Oh Snowday, how I love thee!
Time to refuel with a comforting meal.
Out for a hike
to see who else has left it's mark
At day's end, at home by the fire is a good place to be.