come on in

Normally

I'm itching with cabin fever.

Usually

I'm already beach dreaming

lending the fantasy

authenticity

by sitting in front of a warm sunny window

summer music setting the stage

(Sheryl Crow's Soak Up The Sun)

cracking the top off a good bottle of

Coppertone

closing my eyes and

giving way
to it.

Not this year...

Maybe its the abundance of

snow

and all the beautiful

white light 

it creates.

Maybe it's 

a phase I'm going through

that wants

e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g

to slow

down...

thereby

welcoming 

a pause within me.

Regardless

I find myself

focusing my camera

ever so carefully

out my window

trying to capture

the delicate path of a

fluffy snowflake

making its descent

*trying*

or turning my lens

on a 

sunset

that fills me with 

wonder.

Making my indoor space

one that reflects

my mood

inviting one to stay

 talk

have a drink

play a game

watch a movie

read a book

snuggle

warm yourself

by the fire

come in from the cold

and by all means

keep the twinkling lights up

for as long as

possible.

Why analyze this?

Why try to explain 

or over-think

the why of

it?

Instead

I will continue to

turn my heart

toward

celebrating winter...

for it comes

but

once a year.