reflects the sunlight so brightly this morning that automatic settings on my camera can’t take a picture with depth. The snow amounts are still less than 50% of what should be expected at this time of year. But the towering peaks are gleaming white and majestic all around us; the highest peaks disappearing into the clouds.
There is ice covering the larger puddles like broken panes of window glass, sharp edges looking for unwary fingers to slice. Mud crunches underfoot while the splash hazard from passing vehicles has been greatly reduced this morning.
The air is sharp and clear, free from burning odors, motor exhausts or the smell of jet fuel. It is winter, at least for today while I have reports, paperwork, sorting, cleaning and shredding to do with less than any enthusiasm at all….
It sounds beautiful, in the cold way that deep winter is.
Hang in there. I know what “short-it is” feels like. Keep your head on a swivel and SA on high regardless.
this sounds somewhat slippery.