Just an hour’s drive from home . . .
From a distance,
I notice the snow-touched mountains,
calling; beckoning.
Like taking a step back to appreciate a work of art,
I soak it all in,
Until, suddenly, we are
navigating through the
winding,
Snow-covered roads.
Lightness turns to dark . . .
White crystals, sparkling, beneath a magical, star-kissed sky.
Guiding the way – the moon; so big and bright,
it hardly seems
real.
To our cabin, our cottage, our bungalow . . .
Our winter’s stay.
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