snowing....

It is late. Or early. 3 am early.

I had a long nap and now I am up.

It is snowing.

Big, fluffy, gorgeous snowflakes dance slowly by my window.

I have missed this time.

I dream of wrapping myself in the blanket, sitting on my balcony and watching this quiet snow-waltz.

In love it may be dangerous
to reckon on time to count

on it time’s here and then
it’s gone I’m not thinking

of death or disaster but of
the slippage the unpredictable

disappearance of days on which
we were depending for happiness.

(James Laughlin)