A time of gray, velvet weather...
Winter is a time of gray, velvet weather drifting towards us. It arrives on "little cat feet" and curls itself around us like the fog in Sandburg's poem.
The weather is a friend if you make it one. I look forward to the gray, quiet time for solitude, contemplation, reading, long conversations with friends. Colors are softer, sounds have more depth, the pace is gentler.
Instead of resentment at the lack of sun, snuggle into the gray velvet quilt and make yourself a cup of tea.
Jennifer Jones
Success Is the Quality of Your Journey
A time of gray, velvet weather...
Winter is a time of gray, velvet weather drifting towards us. It arrives on "little cat feet" and curls itself around us like the fog in Sandburg's poem.
The weather is a friend if you make it one. I look forward to the gray, quiet time for solitude, contemplation, reading, long conversations with friends. Colors are softer, sounds have more depth, the pace is gentler.
Instead of resentment at the lack of sun, snuggle into the gray velvet quilt and make yourself a cup of tea.
Jennifer Jones
Success Is the Quality of Your Journey