A Quiet Blue

Frigid is colder than freezing. At least I think so. And tonight, it's frigid outside. f.r.i.g.i.d. The frost forms on all our windows. Etching its shapes as a state of claim. Ice latches on outside, clinging to each needle of our trees as if it's always been there. Its molecules diverge: slow down and get their space.

My dogs are quiet. Even when they have to go out. They listen to the frozen air...hear nothing and then look at me. I watch them shift the weight of their little bodies onto different paws; trying to get just an ounce of tepid relief. I only let them out for a quick minute or so. Then it's back to a snuggle-fest of warmth.

I'm happy for the snow. And even the freezing weather. Because sometimes change is nice. Good. A breath of fresh air.

Snow-covered mountains brought a beautifully blue and quiet sunset. I think it's the blue in the sky that makes the night quiet. Not the black so much, but the blue.

It's the dead of winter. But it makes me feel alive.