On my way home this evening I encountered a picturesque snowfall, it was one of those scenes out of Charles Dickens" A Christmas Carol." That kind of stop and still back in time feeling that you get when life stops for a second. The temperatures were cool enough to create snowflakes yet warm enough to melt them into ice. The roads treacherous slowed traffic and allowed the time to take in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow. It was as if mother nature was causing a stir, so much so that you couldn't help but enjoy the trees dressed in white as the snow kept falling fast against the windshield. I looked and all I could think of was you and how beautiful all the seasons are when sharing them with you.
Everywhere I looked was a photo waiting to be snapped. How I wish had my camera as I spun around in various directions taking in my surroundings. For one brief moment there was no time nor place, barriers or distance, just the expression of what is. I felt overcome with emotion. Watching young love toss a snowball, smiles and laughter filled the air. The moments clicked still as I filed them accordingly in the heart of my memories.
Time was passing and the years so quickly had gone by and as I looked at my reflection in the mirror I saw a woman who met with experiences and dealt with the consequence of choice. Yet for all that has happened, I felt the spirit of a ten year old, who never ages and always views life from that magical age when all is still possible.
It's a wonderful feeling,
and a very beautiful day ,
I have love in my heart
and your a dream away.
The snowflakes falling,
a blanket of white,
covers the hills and
brightens the night.
The day is over and
I can't sleep, your here
in my heart and there in
my dreams.
The snowflakes falling,
a blanket of white,
covers the hills and
brightens the night.
If wishes were penny's
and penny's were gold,
I give them away if
your love I could hold.
The snowflakes falling,
a blanket of white,
covers the hills and
brightens the night.
The day is over and done,
and all that is left is the
magic of love.
The snowflakes falling,
a blanket of white,
covers the hills and
brightens the night.
Stars above me and
the clouds passing by,
with an invitation to
dance side by side.
The snowflakes falling,
a blanket of white,
covers the hills and
brightens the night.
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