The First Snow

Winter crashed into autumn this morning. The changing of the clocks to winter time clearly meant for Wonderland that the first snow of the season could wait no longer. Upon waking, far too early I should add, I could see some brightness through the tiny gaps in my shutter, and upon looking more closely I saw that snow had arrived, and was bathing the garden and rooves in a crisp, white blanket. I went back to sleep, with the shutter up, so the backdrop of softly falling snow helped me to relax and enter a deeper slumber, which it did. The neighbours are noisy, or the walls are thin, or everything can never be perfect, not even here in Wonderland, so time ticks on, after its change. The snow is already melting, the sky is almost the same colour though, so maybe more will be delivered soon. Since I arrived here less than two weeks ago there has been golden sunshine, deliciously playing with the leaves and trees as they become more bare by the day, and rain and cloud and grey skies, and now snow. This place is definitely keeping me on my toes and telling me not to settle in. Constant challenges, we must shift shapes and adapt and never stop loving, in all we do.

The snow just added to the magic, but it's everywhere. I want to venture out shortly, into the cold of this place. I want to feel it snapping at my revealed skin and licking my warmth. It can have me. I can warm myself again later. This place is beautiful.