If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

Ahh the weekend. Two days to be snuggled up at home. . Music playing.  drowning out the howling bitter wind as snow and ice fall from the sky, I stand at the back window, coffee cup in hand, watching the branches of the apricot tree snap about. Blades of Buffalo grass peek out from the  blanket of snow and ice covered ground. Everything is incased in a light sheen of ice, which dances in the morning sunlight.  

My coffee cup warms my fingertips as I thaw  from being outside briefly.  I let a long deep sigh pass over my lips forming a  fog to rest on the window pane. I softly draw a tiny heart and smile.