Standing among the flakes as the first snow of the year fell, looking up as thousands of newly hatched ghosts took their first flight.
As well I was able, I gathered the ideas they whispered.
The opening lines for a new novel on one.
Six verses for a picture book on others.
The promise of good fortune from the ones that touched upon my head.
As always, thank you snow.
Inspiration comes in many forms.
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