It snowed last night. This morning the sky was clear and the snow bright. While I do feel a sense of jolly when I look at the blanket of white, I continue to wish that snow weren’t so cold. I know, to achieve such a feat would require a change in the structure of everything in order for snow to not melt at 90 degrees. But if we put enough spiritual energy into it, who knows what magic can happen. Until then, I dream.
Writing Prompt: Jolly