Snow 📝

The snow is falling outside of my window. And slowly, the green and browns of autumn are hidden away by a white blanket. It’s only to be revealed again at the start of the next season.

I finish my tasks for the day. I am getting ready for a relaxing evening before the fire. It is a time of closing up, slowing down, and reflection. What did go well this season?

Slowly, the snow is accumulating outside. When you walk out, it crunches under the shoes.

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