Snow in Vermont

Fiskii

 Yesterday, I spent some time thinking about all the things I will miss while I am away. While there are a lot of little things, like my community here, my cozy yurt, the kittens, and the wood stove, the thing I will miss the most is the snow. 

Cobweb

I know, most people are not fans of winter. It can be dreary and depressing, not to mention seriously cold, but I really love the snow. I talked to a friend yesterday morning about how I would miss the soft snowfalls when you feel like you are surrounded by the softest feather down falling from above to coat the Earth in white.

The kind of snow I will miss

I forgot about this conversation in the course of the day. Life went on and things happened.

When I went out to the Yome for the night, I stoked the fire and let myself relax for the evening. Around midnight, I went out to get a last arm load of wood before bed. As I stepped out of the door, I experiences bliss.

Snow was falling gently onto the Earth. Big white flakes, falling like feather down.

Perfection.

The Yome in Winter

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