Winter Snow Flakes–Blues
…to watch the birch trees on the side of this hill teaches one that over the course of the day shades of white shift toward tints of blue. The purples of a clear cold-winter-night will follow, and I will seek the warmth of my Magic Man, Mike.
–written while looking out a window on a respite shift.
Winter Snow Flakes are short incomplete ethereal writings that flit on the wind and promise only glimpses of warmth.