We are full of winter here, too. Full up, filled up, fed up.
Our walks have been white and cold — frigid, in fact. Too frosty to expose already numb fingers to the icy air and snap a photo.
And yet, on a snowy day like today, when the dog has been walked and I have nowhere to go, I have the luxury to sit quietly on my indoor perch and watch the flakes slip from the sky.
I am warm, safe, grateful: “Full of Winter,” Full of Peace.