Eye of the soul
And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.Books are love letters (or apologies) passed between us, adding a layer of conversation beyond our spoken words.
Donalyn Miller, The Book Whisperer (via excessivebookshelf)
