You awaken early and go out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for your beloved and brew a pot of tea for yourself. Still rewinding the tape of the night's dreamed adventures among the Himalayas, you pull the draperies open, and gaze out at the world, entranced. The world is a different place this morning, clean, sparkling, blue and white. During the night, it snowed and the village is a different place, a very cold place too.
Dare I walk through this perfect Zen garden, disturbing the billows and flowing waves with my footsteps? I decided not to, but Spencer went dancing through the drifts, kicking up his feet in delight.
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