Just an hour’s drive from home . . .
From a distance,
I notice the snow-touched mountains,
Like taking a step back to appreciate a work of art,
I soak it all in,
Until, suddenly, we are
navigating through the winding,
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.