This evening was pure magic. Driving home from a hot soak the wind has not blown among the pine for many days thus allowing a thick, powdery layer of snow to cover the large tree’s.

Driving the wind blew hard alongside and just in front…pure joy for me and inspirational.

“Hey Robin?”

Yes parasite.

“Fuck you. Fuck the wind. Fuck the tree’s”

No, but thanks for being a part of my life, you don’t realize how important it  is to have you around. Here, have a piece of pizza.

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Standing steadfast, clustered among so many, clumped, still, the same.

For many seasons the seasons change, needles grown/shed,  bark burnt and created.

Clothing of the tree’s to fit the moods of each and every season.

 

Dropping temperatures to bring dropping snowflakes

One, upon the other they came, layering and bearing

Heavy branches bent though solid, wearing the snow as a badge of honor.

 

Still and silent, quiet and serene, the snow grew deeper, the trees seemed asleep

and then

it came…

 

Wind unencumbered, free flowing and strong; singing; laughing loud with bellow

“Come dance with me!”

It shook the old pines awake.

 

The wind blew hard with ease

The tree’s bent and wavered, cascading white now a wedding dress

Marriage of wind and tree.

 

Oh how they danced in celebration, blowing white filling everything

Swirling, twirling, twisting…

What a blessing and wonderful to see.