Paris
One of the most wondrous places
The city of light
Where skies can be painted gray
Rain is in the air
A hint of snow perhaps is coming
Apartments have a cold feel
Yet the streets are adorned
With holiday decorations
Shops show their prettiest wares
Chocolates and goodies
Churches offer holiday programs
Stores are busy with shoppers
Downtown lights decorated with pink
Stores regaled in gold and silver
Cafes full of people sipping coffee
Hiding from the weather
It’s Paris in December
A special magical time

It was a crisp winters day
In the middle of the season
The sun was bright blue with a dotting of a few white clouds

There was a cold wind whipping through the trees
It was bitter to the skin
Branches were bending to it as if they were dancing
Wind chimes could be heard in the distance

The snow was blowing around shifting location creating white dunes like cotton candy

The fireplace was burning with a fresh log creating a hypnotic warmth in the room
The wood gave off a pleasant scent as it burned
It was a good day to be inside

The Bakery

Sitting at the bakery
Getting a cup of coffee
With a wonderful taste
Ingesting the smell
Letting it tickle my senses
All types of people around
Getting some breakfast
A croissant
People watching
Lots of baked goods all around
All looking delicious
A feel of Europe
In the heart of the city

Watching all the sites
Listening to different languages
Seeing people going hither and yon
Getting their goods
Starting their day
Feeling the rhythm
Of the moment

Sitting in the bakery

It is gently snowing. Large size flakes fall very slowly to the ground. As you stand in the forest -- there are no sounds except a few birds in the trees. It is so quiet you can almost hear the snow fall. You close your eyes to listen to the quiet and feel the pure stillness. Snowflakes gently touch your face but you are not cold. There is a feeling of total peace. When you open your eyes, you see a doe looking at you. Still and quiet. You don’t move. You are enchanted. It’s a moment of pure bliss and joy.

It’s a cold winters day
Fall is leaving for the year
The sun is out against a bright blue sky
There are a few white clouds
The wind is whipping through the trees at a frantic pace
The trees are almost bare
Grass has turned brown
Animals are seeking warmth
Huddled together
The air is  crisp and tickles the nose
It’s bitter, and biting against the skin
There’s a dusting of snow scattered around
People are out dressed in winter coats and hats
Cars struggle to start
Breath is visible in the air
Old man winter is knocking on the door once again

Let joy touch you
Let it reach into you
Let it touch your heart
Let it stroke your face gently
Let it hold your hand
Let it lift you up towards the sky
Let it fill your heart with happiness
Let it bring you laughter
Let it bring you the moon
Let it bring love and comfort
Let it make you dream
Let it make you believe
Let it bring you sweetness
Let it soothe your soul

Let joy touch you

Street scene
People out running to and fro
Cold breaths in the air
Its holiday time
The season is upon us
Once again
The street scene is active
Markets full of people
Bright colors and tinsel
Everywhere
Lots of good energy
People selling their wares
Stores are fully decorated
With their best
Streets full of holiday lights
People smiling brightly with cheer
Music in the air
Trees decorated inside and out
Children running and playing
Parents shopping for the perfect gift
It’s that time of year
Street scene