Once in awhile you’ll hear me exclaim, “Brrrr!”, as I run for a heavier sweater. But that’s as close as I’ll come to complaining about winter. It’s far too breathtaking to wish it away. At least, that’s my [not terribly popular, and for reasons I certainly understand] opinion.
Take this morning, for example. Yes, it was freezing cold! But thanks to a warm fleece and coat Ryan bought for me, and wool for my head and hands, the cold doesn’t do too much damage. It was just enough to make me feel alive. I walked as briskly as I could, but had to stop often. This sort of morning can’t just go unnoticed.
The morning light on fresh snow? Diamonds, opals, pearls, silver. So delicate.