Rain turns to snow. I laid in bed in the middle of the night listening to the fall of rain. A sound that I almost forgot. The heavy thuds as they hit the roof, the pings as it fell in the gutters. The sound of rushing water as it flowed down the street. I stayed up listening and reflecting… and being poetic.

I’ve now been watching the snow as it falls for the last few years as it slows to a stop. It’s peaceful in a different way… not as dramatic… but more magical. How each flake swirls and makes it way towards the ground. It’s also this time of year… where magic seems possible. This year more than others the want and need for magic and hope and love seems to electrify and hang in the air.

What is going to bring you hope or magic today? Me, some more coffee and more nature watching.

Happy Coffee Cups