I've been thinking tonight about this past winter and what a completely wonderful one it had been! I can not think of one thing that could have made a time like that any better. Truly.
It was all a calm glow of warmth, sitting Indian style on top of white downy blankets along with wine and incense, and a smoky guitar with words that are sung coming from the laptop that sits beside me as I paint eyebrows and lips and more clouds in the sky and the wind blows thousands of tiny snowflakes against the window above me.