Out My Window 1: FS Michaels

Now that it's December, this is what I see out my window here in the southern interior of British Columbia. 

As the months get colder, I watch the snow line creep down the hills, a little further each morning, until it's winter and the cold is here to stay. Then the hills no longer disappear into the night, black on black, the way they do in summer. They glow instead, snowy in the moonlight, spellbound under the winter stars.

Comments

[KR Wolfe]

So nice. It calls for tea and a good book while lying on the couch under a blanket...

[René]

Now how am I supposed to follow this?

..."and this is our neighbour's tinfoil'd window, and this is our dog's preferred patch of yellow snow..."

Sigh. You and your fracking beautiful postcard scenery.

[Elaine]

Beautiful Image and beautiful words. I'll save this post next to my bookmark for the poem you shared recently on Twitter http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2010/12/02