With winter still five days away we're enjoying its Pre-show.
I've learned a few things this morning.
While hunting for winter photos I can only stand bare-footing it on shoveled sidewalks in 10 degree weather for approximately 90 seconds before I, California-native though I be, begin to hop and howl and run for the heated tile in the house. Wimp.
To find the warmest spot in the house, follow the beagle.
Tom loves his job when the weather grows frozen - driving heavy, dual-tired shop trucks around town in the twinkling freeze of snowy nights, under a slivered moon. He's working 12 hour shifts until the storms pass - a keeper of our safety.
Glittering reflected sunlight off frozen-snow takes my breath away - still.
Now, where did I put my wool socks!?