Tahoe Morning

In a pile of blankets, waking, fresh snow falling, bare feet slide into boots, for an early morning wander.

The muffled silence of a snow-covered wood, and the crisp scent of winter mingled with pine and woodsmoke.

The smooth white surface of an unplowed road. A long wander, now more snow falling, numb fingertips, wet toes. A forest waking with the sound of a rising wind.

Back to a cozy cabin, pile of blankets, warm fireplace and sleeping.