I woke up this morning with the bare branches of the trees scratching against the skin of the house. The winter wind is strong here, and early mornings are often cushioned in fog. Not this morning though, because the white was falling in glorious snowflakes instead. I sat at my little table by the window, sipping coffee and watching the snow. All was black and white with a touch of green from the holly shrub that peeks above the windowsill. A redbird came to visit...and it was all so perfect and beautiful I thought my heart would burst.