::the view from my bedroom
Some people around these parts were excited about the first snow. They rhapsodize about cozy fireplaces, mittens and cocoa or something. Not me. I stomp around from house to car to office and back muttering, “stupidsnowsocoldihatethesnowitssodumb”
They implore, “But isn’t it beautiful, Erin??” And I just can’t see it most days. What I think about when the first snow hits is, “NOT YET!!?!!!” Early snow = long winter.
But then will come a morning, like on Wednesday when I’ll wake up and see this out my window. A winter sunrise is it’s own thing of beauty. I don’t always see the sunrise, but it’s made easier with the dark mornings of winter. And when this happens I don’t mind so much the snow or the cold. Some times you need the beauty that surrounds you always to jump up and slap you in the face.
Mother Nature, you can be a cold, cold mother-trucker, but you sure are pretty
snow and boots,
Erin
