Snow has arrived in the past two days, and with it an awakening. I quiver, wondering and curious as to how I lived so long without the gift of seasonal transitions in my life. Walking amidst the whiteness and hearing the muffled crunch beneath my boots, I notice the air is deathly silent despite a hint of cool, biting breath on my lips. Looking up, I am dusted by the white and the gray, baptized by nature's hands upon my head, illuminated with the joy that is snow...
The snow won't be staying too long this weekend, so we plan on reveling in it as long as we can.
Wishing you a weekend full of wonder, too.
xoxo
