Winter is Warm

Traditionally, Spring is the season of romance. But it's winter when I always fall in love. Especially when it snows, as it has. The way the snow muffles the noise, but lets through those rare and magic sounds. One bird chips. A rivulet of ice water rolls down the gutter. A crunch in the untouched garden.

I'm listening to music on a snowbound day. She's in her pajamas baking cookies. And Dylan's singing...