Monday, January 11, 2010
"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times."
depending, of course, on where you stood.
A blizzard came.
Inside, the tree and sparkling lights
Outside, the welcome storm
Such dancing flakes of glorious bluster against my warm window pane.
Pale, soft beauty--the howling wind and ice...ice
Sudden black sheet and a high line pole
Father and daughter on their way to Christmas dinner.
Three giggling teen-aged girls out for a spin on the slippery road
Thrown from their vehicle
Onto the treacherous snow.
They didn't survive.
Carry On Tuesday