Hoarfrost

Today Mother Nature is decorating for Christmas here in northern Minnesota. Everything is covered in a layer of hoarfrost. It is Mother Nature’s flocking. Even the power lines are encased in pure white crystals. It is a beautiful world this morning.

Winter writing

I love to write in the winter. Here in northern Minnesota I can look out at the world of white and the weak winter sun. To someone who has never seen the weak winter sun, it can be hard to explain. It seems very bright against the white snow, but there is no warmth in the sunlight as in summer. It seems a time of peace and rest – Oh, and of  course writing.

During the holiday season I am a little conflicted. I would like to listen to Christmas music, but I learned long ago I cannot write and listen to music at the same time. I think the reason is I have to concentrate on either one or the other. If I listen to the music, I cannot write. If I write, I literally cannot hear the music. I guess I suffer from a one track mind – grin.