On the ephemeral

Lanterns, © 2014 Celia Her City.On Presidents Day, snow fell heavily into the evening.  The yard of the country house filled with it, the lanterns illuminating its dimpled surface, peace radiating from its untouched beauty.

In the morning we left without looking into the courtyard again.  The roads had been plowed, and, as we drove, we marveled at how quickly the snow was melting away.  In Indiana, the temperature was 52 degrees.  By the time we reached home, it was nearly spring.

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