[amyrlis]

I thought the rain which issued in March last weekend signified a change on the horizon...but, four or so more inches of snow later, and temperatures barely making it into the teens (F) today, I realize it will still be a long while before I see the days of lazy evenings and fireflies. Having come to {Helcaraxe} on January 1, I have yet to see the green (or brown maybe?) of the fields, or the leaves that will hopefully grow on the tree outside my door. At least another month, maybe two, will pass before I see a sign of color in the flower bed.

But when snow drifts melt away, I know I will be sad in a way to see them go. In my mind, there is nothing more serene or peaceful than a quiet snow falling on a grove already blanketed with white in the late afternoon light of a hazy sun. The ice covered branches and bushes appear like a crystaline kingdom scene and I'm transported to the eternal winter-night of Narnia. With my faithful Huan by my side I tread along the drifts while the snowflakes gently land on the boughs of the pine trees.

Luckily the wardrobe door is not far off and I can slip back inside to warm the fingers and toes. Sadly, no one is there to great us, as my loved one is away on his own adventure with the Rangers of the North. So I cozy up with a mug of hot tea and my hardback copy of Lost Tales, Huan breathing soundly at my feet, both of us awaiting warmer days and my Ranger's return.