I’ll love the snow until forever comes and leaves again.
When you feel like you’re sitting inside a snowglobe, cozy and warm with your coffee and a book while the wind and the white rages about you. When you step outside in the quiet and hear the whisper of snowflakes falling on their brothers. When you walk outside and the moonlight makes the earth glow.
White outlines, blue shadows and a stark, snow-covered field against a simmering sunset.
Most of all, how the snow makes embraces all the more warm.
Winter is beautiful and romantic and pure.
Drawing this alyssum reminded me of how they’d grow mounded up white and lovely in pots and barrels on the farm. I always saw them as snowbanks growing alongside snapdragons and zinnias under the hot summer sun. I’d sit beside them and imagine Christmas and bonfires and blankets made by the most beautiful hands.