A little blizzarding, anyone? I remember a pillow fight when I was a kid, and the pillow ripped and the whole room just filled with white feathers. That’s what it looks like out our windows right now!
A little blizzarding, anyone? I remember a pillow fight when I was a kid, and the pillow ripped and the whole room just filled with white feathers. That’s what it looks like out our windows right now!
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I admire your ability to turn yet another snowfall into a work of art. I love your final line “frosty feathers fly” but have no inclination to witness it right now. I’m tempted to retreat into a dark closet until someone tells me spring has fully arrived!
Spring is coming. The world promises 🙂
Oh, “cloud battles cloud.….whoosh” it’s true. I do not believe I ever thought “pillow fight” before, but you reminded me of a life moment I will never forget. Standing on my back porch watching the giant snowflakes emerge from a dark cloud not too far up. Never saw anything like it before. It was like someone was dumping a bucket. Wish I was an artist but words may have to do. Once again you have inspired!
Well, we only have sleet — but it does feel like the clouds up there are bickering!