Wayward flakes of snow gently float and paint the scene from dreary green to glowing white. Out yon window, the moon casts shadows. Snow of white becomes snow so blue.
And the muffled, the hushed silence, created by the falling snow, enhances thoughts of hope, of dreams becoming reality.
Son sleeps soundly in his room. Beloved dog, breathing softly, curled upon her comfort blanket. Ticking clock...pendulum beats, to the rhythm of my heart.
I gazed out my kitchen window. So early in the morning. Snowflakes drifted. One last mug of hot chocolate, complete with extra marshmallows. I thought about how determined I was to make this a positive year and I thought back upon Christmas Day when I was there for others and others were here for me. With that, the following words danced around in my mind....
What I dream,
Was not in vain.