I woke up very early on Sunday morning to a winter wonderland. The overnight forecast was for a light dusting of snow. As usual, the meteorologists got it wrong and we had a few inches of fresh powder. What made it more remarkable than previous snows is that it was the kind of snow that sticks to everything so the trees were all covered in what looked like confectioner’s sugar. It was a beautiful sight.
I had hoped to go out and take a few photos but didn’t find the time. M and I, a few days before, had decided to pack up our skis and boots and check out the cross-country ski trails at a Nordic ski resort in Pennsylvania. We had no idea at the time of the amount of fresh snow Mother Nature would provide.
It looked like this when we started out:
And stopped along the way to find things had changed a bit:
But found we had really entered different territory when started along this road:
I am so thoroughly, utterly exhausted (gotta find a better word for that so I can avoid the adverbs) that you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to hear the details.
It was an extraordinary adventure. I saw things I have never seen before. And I saw myself in ways I’ve never seen before. Best of all, M and I got to share all this newness together. It sometimes amazes me that after all this time we still manage to keep things new, as if we’re just starting out on our adventure together.
On that romantic note, I am signing off for the night. See you tomorrow. (And for those who asked/wondered… There WILL be snow.)