The Winter Sun

The coldest days brought out the brightest smiles and the warmest hugs. Where wintry mornings were made of cupped cheeks and huddled heads.
And, Sundays were meant for chasing sun beams.
Oh, the jostling and nudging with the sibling finally leading to sharing that spot in the sun.
We would sit there for hours, making new friends with the shadows that formed. Weaving stories, fantasies, and day dreams. Of ships, air planes, trotting deer, elves and fairies.
The winter sun was made of little things like this, that and so many. Oh, the memories.