I grew up in Georgia where they had their first White Christmas since 1882 this year. Of course, I wasn’t there. But we had a bit of a blanketing by the evening…

A White Christmas Night

By the next morning we were adrift…

Morning Wonder

Scenes from the long walk later…

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down the road...

the great snow tree…

snow drifts abound, spreading silent soulful respite,
blanket of peaceful reprieve from the norm.
Ok. Time for the melt…

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