The cold wind blows my face, and blowsFrom "Winter-Time" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
Today it is snowing. Here's a photo of my cottage this morning.The next three photos are of a house around the corner from me, snow covered ivy, and the harbor in Vineyard Haven. It's definitely a time to be indoors...when I went out the wind-driven snow pelted my face with crystals that felt like little pieces of glass.
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