I have just been writing my study group preparation for Sunday as I am hosting this time, and watching as the sky darkens, and comes to rest on the rooftops of the houses here. There is a quiet trickle of tiny snowflakes gently wafting down in the air, floating feather-like up and down as though someone was softly blowing them around. The last small patches of blue are being suffocated by the billowing clouds of grey and white, and it is steadily getting darker now. SNOW is coming.
Sue xx
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