Later in the winter I'd tire of the snow, but Christmas snow was different.
The Most Wonderful Time of the YearThe few certainties in our existences are pain, death and bereavement.
A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas... and it broke my heart in so many pieces I wondered if it would ever be whole again.
The Snow AngelA clown on a throne is still a clown. A king in rags is still a king.
The Sun Is Snowing: Poetry & Prose by C. Joybell C