#winter prose

[inkpressedpetals]

[inkpressedpetals]

[northfieldnostalgia]

And I’ll call this chapter - “A Ghost of Christmas Present.” Warm light on these weary bones. A festively dressed season of uncertainty. The walls of my home and my heart, frozen in ice. The kind of Christmas story where you sit with what hurt, honor what changed you, and still choose to keep the lights on and read on anyway. The body not yet healed, the heart not sitting in the dark - just present, standing at the edge of a miracle of my own making.

🎧 Dream Sweet in Sea Major

[maryjolene]

Much to do about nothing, lalalalala.  Cold days are here for a bit.  False prophet of a meteorologist sold us on the snowpocolypse, oh my dreams of a white fluffy morning playdate fade away.  Its bright, cold and a hard wind blows the specs of special little snowflakes to the far corners of the frozen patio.  No barefeet nip out, no taking the garbage out in my undies today.  No hoops in the yard, out to give the puppers some warm food and shelter and, in again hahaha old jack frost didn't cop a feel.  Ouch, maybe hes sneaky, cold toes remind me to stoke the stove and that im a bitch to the man, he snickers, tree branches crunch, "come on girly getcher wood...."