christmas in amelia.
it is dusk. the night is coming.
i am sitting in the parlor. the christmas tree is all aglow.
the ground outside is covered in snow.
it is cold. the wind has been blowing all day.
i can see the outline of the bare trees against the faded colors of the sky.
i see blue and purple and gray and yellow.
it is so beautiful to look out from the windows of this old home onto the snowy ground and winter woods.
this house is over a century old. it was once a hotel.
how many eyes have looked from these very windows onto very similar landscapes?

i wish i had pictures to show you.