When it rains at night, you know it is raining. You hear it on the roof and the sidewalks and the roads. But there are no auditory cues to tell you that it is snowing. I woke up to this beautiful and silent scene this morning:
Fortunately, Jon and I bought snowboots last week...
Yes, I am wearing short pants and no socks.
I thought I would be annoyed at the cold or the inconvenience but it is as though I never left Colorado. The snow feels as right as breathing and I am giddy by the sight. And look at how blissed out Asher is!
Fortunately, Jon and I bought snowboots last week...
Yes, I am wearing short pants and no socks.
I thought I would be annoyed at the cold or the inconvenience but it is as though I never left Colorado. The snow feels as right as breathing and I am giddy by the sight. And look at how blissed out Asher is!
I don't even have boots anymore! Dunno where I left my Neos or if I threw them away. Nice to see the soft snow, and the sorrels. : )
ReplyDeleteYou know you're from Colorado when you can spot Sorels! Not that you need any in beautiful California!!
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