My ideas have been nurtured by the Alaskan Midnight Sun and the synthesis of Vitamin D.

These little inspirations are kept safe in my back pocket..


In the dark frigid morning, I step out onto the frosted slippery door step; Winter's cold greets me so harshly that my arms fly up, my legs kick out, and my back lands flat. The frosty art that Winter has been designing on the porch ALL night is deteriorating from my body heat. The geometric crystalline prints slowly fade into indistinct damp smears and water droplets.


Winter is livid.
Due to my "bull in china shop" ways, Winter feels that the loss of one of my ideas compensates his loss nicely.
  
Without knowing, Winter takes one of my ideas from my back pocket.

When I get up, my idea stays.

my idea has been abandoned to the cold.

Frozen without nurturing, my idea doesn't survive.

~Libby of The Valley