Seasons

I love winter.  I do.  The muffled atmosphere created by snow piled waist high and the silent descent of big fluffy flakes has a magical quality.

 But come spring, I start to remember how amazing the sounds of nature are.  The birds singing, the tree frogs calling.

And then we have a thunderstorm, with that electric feeling in the air.  The sound of fat drops of rain falling against the roof, the ground.  It's magic in its own way. 

 And I'm loving it. 

I fully recognize that the Beast has nothing really to do with this post, but isn't she cute?!?!