"Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things"
After a series of relatively mild days Winter has returned with a vengeance. Unable to go for walks, I roam aimlessly around the house basking in it's warmth, grateful for it's comfort.
I stop by the kitchen sink and watch the morning light play shimmering games upon the tiny leaves of the Angel Tears vine. The serene expression of my fairy friend fills me with peace. Outside, the icy wind roars while I linger and dream...