The photograph for this week’s prompt was taken one night when I woke to that particular silence and untimely light that tells you it is snowing. Throwing on coat and boots, I couldn’t resist going out to play as the first pale light touched the sky. There are moments of pure magic when the world reminds you that childhood is not just about age, but is a state of the heart.
Lights that speak of Home
Behind me or before me
But always within
There were some beautiful contributions this week. Some posts have been reblogged, but please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today…come and join in!
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My thanks to this weeks contributors: