i. hands placed on ivory, coaxing music out of fragile black and white piano keys.
ii. lights hanging from branches, like a necklace of light.
iii. dreaming in sunshine, eyes downcast with the weight of unaccomplished goals.
iv. the stove's cranking heat, the Christmas tree lighting the corner, reflecting on golden wood.
v. cold toes, hugging the ground, searching for a hint of warmth. (there wasn't any.)
vi. trixy-lou, the neighboring hound dog who comes around for ear scratches.
vii. barren branches, silhouetted against the grey sky, overcast with ash-grey clouds.
viii. wood piled high, to blanket the house in warmth, and drive away the cold.
ix. a welcoming entrance, with blue spruce branches (courtesy of our Christmas tree), an old painted chair, and grapevine.
x. basking in sunshine, wishing for snow, yet enjoying the warmth of the rays.