Thursday, October 25, 2012
I don't know why, but during the first snowfall of the year I always want to write. The stark change in season jumpstarts my brain and all sorts of ideas which have been floating around in my head seem to come together. As the snowflakes float softly to the ground, I am reminded how gentle change can be. Things are quieter in the winter, homes are cosier. My mind feasts on the inspiration that lies in a wall hanging, small boots and gloves by the door, and the smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate. I live in Southeast Idaho, and we had four inches of snow fall over night. Writting season is now open.