...I just wonder...

It is snowing.

I am home.

Bajillions of tiny white lacey bits are blanketing my world, smothering everything with beauty. I stood outside on the deck for a few moments. Squeeked and crunched. Snowflakes daintily dropped onto my hair. My face. My eyelashes.

Last wednesday my friend Brad said goodbye, again, to his wife, his lover, his friend: the incredible Tracy Curley.

Tonight is not the first night this week that silvery sparkles of life stuck to my hair. My face. My eyelashes.

In celebration of beauty. Of life. I grieve and rejoice.

I love you Tracy.