How are you?
Blustery and cool as usual, I presume.
I am very warm near my fire tonight, and as I write I watch the amber sunset which you have so glibly sent me; thank you very much.
I have seen your white snow children drifting amidst the trees, but they are shy and dash away before I can kiss them. Why are they shy, Winter? Scold them and send them again to me so we can play together.
I like your scent, Winter. What do you use? You smell of cider and Mama's cookies and fresh boughs of pine. I drink deeply of it during these months. I should like a bottle of it to use sparingly for special occasions.
How long are planning on staying, by the way? I like you very well, but it is never good to overstay one's welcome. Keep that in mind, Winter.
And please, trace your frosty fingers on the outside of my window.
Lucia is a homegrown girl from the Northwest who lives for laughter, music, people, and places.
She is an aspiring photographer + writer who muses at Lucia, Etc.
Thank you, Jess Darling, for having me! Have a splendid time adventuring in NZ. All photos copyright Lucia Marie, thank you. :)