I Love... (the snowy day edition)

-the untouched morning sidewalks, my boots making the first prints.

-the Laura Ingalls spirit of can-do and resourcefulness that never fails to rise up in my imagination when presented with a challenge... like an iced over vehicle.

-the rushing feeling of life that follows

-the sweet, silent grey sky that never once lifts, the deserted streets, and how the two combined make for the most  wonderful feeling of having the world to yourself.

-an icy parking lot, and slidey boots, to entertain oneself with while one's car defrosts.

-the relief of breaking free of the ruts and gaining traction again, moving forward, headed home.

-laughing

-icicles: on gutters, benches, bumper and mirrors.

-sheets of clear glass-ice, broken off and held in hand. Fairy window-panes.

-the silence of cold, the hush of snow, and the far-off rattle of ice.

-snow days, and returning home on them.

(your Soundtrack for the day)
Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.” 
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

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