Sometimes it is so beautiful you want to go out and touch it.
When I can barely get out of the house, in spite of my great snow man person, there is still this sense of immense quiet.
I am reading a lot. Last one was The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. Lot of tough reading here. Yet memorable sentences. Maybe too long, but poses some great philosophical questions. Wonderful characters, even if you don't agree with their choices. Where does art fill the gap?
And I suspect a movie will come out. Whoever plays Boris, already has the academy award. Friends have told me it is too depressing. I am kind of tired of Fuffy. So I am good with depressing. And just to get to those perfect descriptions and sentences. Oh my! Chocolate without the calories. Delight.
One last photo. When it is below zero, dog Emmy waits at the door. "I am cold. See? I am sitting. Let me in, let me in, let me in!"