fire and ice
Oh. My. GOODNESS!!! What a weekend, a much needed break from the city, time for us to just be with each other. Four feet of snow plus 40 - 50 degree air temps made for a once-in-a-lifetime and surreal experience.
Notes from my journal:
It's a perfect night. The snow is higher than the fire. Dave has created a snow cave around the firepit. We renewed our vows under the stars. I don't know if it's the whiskey but everything seems exceedingly lovely. The fire, the snow, the white bark of the trees reaching the fingers of its top branches to the millions of stars above us. Couldn't get any better..."If you were the winter, then I know I'd be snow. Let the cold wind blow." The music takes the thoughts and vibrates the feelings all through the region..."Baby, no more counting dollars, tonight we'll be counting stars."...No sounds in the woods except the light breeze shushing by my ear, until the distant whistle of the train. Noone up here but us, for a least a half mile away. Bears probably sleeping in the woods across the road.
I sit back in my chair and gaze up, see the white bark of the tree, it's fingers reaching to the stars, thinking there is a lesson in there somewhere. Then I see the Big Dipper, right up above our heads, framed by the white tipped bark fingers of the tree. And its cup is tipped over, upside down dumping all it's blessings upon us. Saying - you, hey you who are out here, seeing me, take it all, every last drop of blessings and be blessed.
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