More Damn Mountains

More damn dogs.



Although, in the mountains' defense, they truly were spectacular yesterday, which began as I woke up and could see my own breath. When pouring hot water onto instant oatmeal, billows of steam rose up so I could hardly see the bowl, but the sun was bright, and blinded me as I looked up to find that the skylight was partially covered in snow. The ice-cold faux-wood floor was sending icy chills throughout my body so I stepped on the big square patch of light on the floor, and breathed more slowly as my feet thawed.

I went outside to listen to the snow melt drip-drip-drip-drip-drip, (by the end of the day that light white dusting would disappear). The sun beat down generously, the breeze was dry, and icy cold.