This is my response to the photo prompt of the week for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks for the prompt and for coming by to read!
When Matilda and Lars, ten years married, arrived at the bed-and-breakfast, the road seemed rocky and bare.
The falling mercury, snow’s harbinger, tantalized and tingled their flesh. White Christmas lights beckoned, from the long white porch.
Bleary-eyed at breakfast (after too many midnight toasts) the happy couple held hands across the table, giggling like teens.
The pompous, popish napkins folded their arms in disapproval. Or disbelief.
Gazing out the picture window, Matilda found it hard to distinguish, between the white porch and the flawless snow beyond.
Hard to tell, what else lay buried, under the sparkling opacity of her bliss.
To read a poem on Nature’s harsh beauty, read Big Sky.