Scarletta in a Blanket
After a lazy Sunday with the blinds shut, my sweetheart and I emerged in the early evening to discover my car subdued by a thick layer of frozen powder [thick, of course, being a relative term for Virginia]. I took a deep breath and admired the paralyzed landscape. The soft snowflakes pacify my every worry.
I suspect I must have been born during a halcyon Québécois snowfall. At the pinnacle of every temperate white blanketing of winter I morph into a breezy state of absolute inner serenity.
It's the snow-capped exuberance I feel with each flake melting on my eyelashes that reminds me [thankfully] I will always have a gracious, pure Canadian heart.
I suspect I must have been born during a halcyon Québécois snowfall. At the pinnacle of every temperate white blanketing of winter I morph into a breezy state of absolute inner serenity.
It's the snow-capped exuberance I feel with each flake melting on my eyelashes that reminds me [thankfully] I will always have a gracious, pure Canadian heart.
6 Comments:
At January 25, 2007 8:56 PM, Miss Scarlet said…
My name!
Oh, and I <3 snow.
At January 26, 2007 11:01 AM, Anonymous said…
oh, honey, I would be happy to show you some snow this year!
At January 26, 2007 1:26 PM, Phil said…
Leave it to Cookie to take her next jab at America! Our snow isn't good enough?? It's always better in Canada, isn't it?
BOOOO!
At January 26, 2007 1:27 PM, Anonymous said…
Unfortunately, that snow was just a tease. Nothing you could even shape into a ball. It's always bad for a snow-lover in DC, but this year has been ridiculous.
At January 26, 2007 1:36 PM, DC Cookie said…
Namaste, giiiirl - apparently my gracious heart is all OVER your residence this year...
At January 26, 2007 6:59 PM, Anonymous said…
tee-hee.
loves it. mi casa es su casa.
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