winter contradictions

             "I like winter. I like its contradictions: cold but cozy, sparse but beautiful, lifeless but not souless".     -Poppy Adams                                  

     I heard the chimes outside in the cool grayness of the early morning's fog blurring all the fine lines of the landscape. I was in the kitchen standing at the counter with a new ceramic coffee dripper brewing my first cup of morning coffee. The verdict is not out yet deciding if it indeed brews a better cup of coffee.  

Saturday at home with fluctuating weather.  Restless wind, the appearance of the sun for a bit then suddenly disappearing with heavier clouds tight on its heels and even stronger gusts of wind tossing the bare branches. A few snowflakes falling lightly made us "ahh" but knowing they would not last either. As the colder temperatures continued we would glance outside the window and shiver. 

                      I love the sparse beauty of this day.