The snow was unexpected in The Classic City and maybe even more beautiful because of it,
and if you look you will see the deer frisking in the woods between falling flakes.
Trees that have held on to pale golden leaves well past autumn shone bright as beacons in the now whited-out field.
I know that I believe in love. And my sister believes in sending me birthday cards a week early.
But after an old family friend's devastating passing, it's hard to concentrate, hard to work, hard to do Art, hard to be anywhere but Bleak House
4 comments:
Sorry to hear of your loss, it's never easy to lose someone you love.
My thoughts are with you, but you will swim to gentler seas, my fellow fish.
xo
Oh, so sorry for your loss. This must be a difficult time. And, yes, the future does look bleak sometimes, but you have strong friends. Revel in that and trust tomorrow - or even the next moment. I really like your post's words. You've done a fine job and I think I see those deer frisking. - J.
I am so sorry to hear about your friend Candace. xx
I'm so sorry Candy. How sad. You'll be in my thoughts sweet friend. xoxo Paulette
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