image by Daniel Sleep Will Have to Wait Oh, how I longto curl up,warm-cocooned,for crescent’s dreamlight’s long night. Alas, winter dreamsto hibernate must wait.Faithful frigid friendextends their visit. Awake, I step into wool socks,shove into gloves,layer paint to show snowdrifts some churning love. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday.  Mish wants us to…