I stood and looked out the window at the front of my home today. The fine snow that was falling made everything white and covered the trees with snow dust that clung to every branch and twig.
So beautiful.
At my home in the top of the house I looked out at the trees surrounding me and below me; everything white except the charcoal outlines of the trees.
Waiting.
Just waiting for me to look out the window and accept the beauty all around me. I felt like a queen.
Not a princess, a queen. And I accepted, indebted monarch that I am.