The purity of white beckons me.

The purity of white beckons me.  I want to walk into the woods in solitude – deep into the forest, find a quiet shelter and sit.  Sit until Nature resumes.  Sit huddled in my coat and hat until the birds ignore me, the rabbits and maybe even the field mice accept me.  Sit until the voices in my mind settle and all I hear is the wind, the water, and the chatter of animals.  

For now though…

January snowstorm
January snowstorm
January snowstorm
January snowstorm

var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src='” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”));
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview();

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “The purity of white beckons me.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s