Snow’s Arrival

The three and nine year olds don’t want to come in out of the snow. The parents are too cold to stay out – not yet attired properly. I feel my bones ache at the chill of it.

How quickly our perceptions change, but isn’t that life?

A bird’s eye view:

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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