I woke up this morning to this.
First snow for the season. I stood by my deck door enjoying the sight of the soft snow flakes cascading down and melting as it touched the ground. I was tempted to run out bare foot and feel it but turned back to my stove instead.
As much as I love the snow, winter is the least favorite of the four seasons for me. I love the crisp morning air of fall. The changing colors and the impulse to tug the jacket a little tighter for warmth. Hearing the news anchor talk of the falling temperatures and wind chill in the teens made my heart sink.
Winter is here. Another 5 months of bone chilling cold, pulling on layers and darkness at 3:00 PM. I am looking ahead to April already!