...sometimes even a single feather is enough to fly. (Robert Maclean)


cold cold heart

I don't love the cold.
Especially the bitter cold that feels like it's piercing your lungs 
when you breathe in...

But I do love ice crystals...
in all of their patterns and variation.

Our front door is a fascinating array right now...

It's also a bit like a primed canvas for those so inclined to leave a mark...
(that is, if you can withstand the cold long enough).

You can use the heat of your finger tips, your palms, 
the sides of your hands, or even your breath...

Speaking of cold, cold hearts
here's Norah Jones
 live with BBC:

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