Here:
Gently falling snow
Quietly covers the frozen ground
Highlighting every bump and protrusion
Of the old stone wall beyond my window
Every branch gets a coating of snow
Delicate and slight, no wind
And the world hushes into dusk
Snow still gently falling
In no rush, no hurry
Just drifting sweetly down
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Tea in my mug, this time orange spice and plain black tea - it's a big mug, two teabags required!
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