Over the past few days, we received a light dusting of snow. There's just something about the quiet and the stillness. The hush that has fallen over the land - echoing the silence of the streets. It's achingly and hauntingly beautiful - all in one...

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙴-𝙰𝙽𝙳-𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺 & 𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙰𝙱𝙾𝙾...

Sunday's have a stillness and an ease that make me wax nostalgic. Today is made for my down-comforter, too many pillows, coffee, salted dark chocolate, books, and journal writing.   Sundays remind me of my dad. If I close my eyes I can still see myself...