Personally, I prefer the seasons of the year when the trees actually have leaves. But while walking to meet my friend Laura for coffee yesterday, I noticed that there’s something to be appreciated about gnarled, naked winter tree limbs highlighted by fresh snow. Against the gray glow of the sky, the branches almost look like a thriving network of human veins.
Gross.
But cool.
“The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.” ~Margaret Atwood
I’ve got a few choice names for snow right about now.
I’d tell you what they are, but my frost-bitten fingers are struggling to type.
Is it sad that I’m looking forward to 35-degree weather this weekend? Yes. But I really am looking forward to it.
Another bright side: walking around the city is a much better workout when you’re basically walk-running to get to warmth as quickly as possible.
Sorry I’ve been MIA this week. Gatsby puked on my Snuggie and I haven’t had a chance to wash it yet, so in order to type, I would have to pull my arms out from under my blanket and that’s just not happening. But I’ll be back next week!
I hope everyone has a fabulous “Celebrate-Valentine’s-Day-Now-Because-It-Falls-on-a-Monday-This-Year” weekend! I’ll be spending it with my two loves: Gatsby and champagne.
I think Will is going to be there too.
Cheers!
Carlie Crash 