The silver cold weather has been wonderfully meditative.
My mind goes into the soft hum and still zone of quiet, of hushed and silent emotions to match the atmosphere. I know it’s a seasonal gift, of winter, having this ability to be “zen,” literally in the ozone of my thoughts.
Ice brilliant in low sunlight, sparks my intuition, new information becoming tangible.
Crystalline musings give me peace.
Wintertide’s chill warms my heart.
May the winter frost soothe your soul.
Cosmic sunshine to you.