First Snow

Can you smell it? Do you feel it? The crisp air, the swirls of white starting to fall. The anticipation of the first flakes. Today’s coffee sponsored by my friend…❄?

First cup… and yes I choose my cup specifically. My girlie… this is our time of year. Her and I call eachother or text with first snow or when it snows. Today, she’s unenthusiastic when I woke her up… which tells you where her head space is.

For those that know me I have had a hate, love relationship with snow. My first snow that I remember after moving back to Minnesota was the Halloween snow storm. The subsequent years after… I hated snow… I hated the cold.

We moved here to Colorado, where I feel the most me. Except snow… or at at least I thought for the first decade or so.

But I have found that Snow and I are friends. It took us years to realize it. Mostly me begrudgingly mad at it but it was been persistent in it’s pursuit to have another friend. I may not partake in skiing or sledding or enjoy driving in it for miles to work. But it’s the beauty and stillness it brings that makes my heart happy.

Welcome back my friend SNOW

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