Snow Filled Winter Fantasies

The sky is a blanket of soft lavender this morning. and reminds me of a thick duvet that is scattering its downy feathers of snow all over the already white ground. The Birch trees are more like gray shadows than trees and my all-black horses stand out in vivid contrast to the landscape.
The snow is so dry here that I can scoop it up in my hands and still see the detail in each individual flake. It wafts around like billowing smoke each time one of the rambunctious dogs bounds into an untouched area of the yard and it dangles like diamonds to the soft hair on the horses muzzles and lips.
A chorus of snow birds take flight from the trees and land in the pasture to pick up the hay chaff left carelessly behind by their equine friends. They blend perfectly into the scene and it is hard to see each individual bird as they seem to move as a collective shimmer in the early morning light.
I have overheard the locals grumbling about the early start to our winter, the cold that is unusual for this time of year and the inconvenience of snow plows, salty roads, and the dreaded shoveling that must take place but all I see is the magical beauty of this winter wonderland.
Perhaps one day I shall become blind to the brilliance that surrounds this place but for now I only see the majestic and mesmerizing brilliance of my surroundings and feel the creative wonder that it sparks in my soul. Today I will continue to dream of snow queens, ice palaces and mythical beasts who rise up from the drifts because for me, December is the time for snow filled winter fantasies and I am blessed to say that I am living the dream.