I love snow.
I love the hushed stillness of it, the way that it sparkles and gleams in the morning light. I love the way that it blankets the frozen ground and the spindly trees and the gingerbread houses all in rows.
I love how it blankets the cars and the bikes and the pink flamingo lawn ornaments. I love how it blankets the streets and the sidewalks and the black metal benches, the fire hydrants and the trash bins and the small woodland animals that couldn’t move fast enough. I love how it blankets the entire freaking universe in a suffocating winter wonderland of blinding white that will not cease nor slow for five long months of agonizing, perpetual frostbite.
But mostly, I love how it looks from a plane. When I am leaving.
And so I’m leaving today. I’m spending a week in Florida with family and friends and a pair of well-worn flip-flops. There may or may not be drink umbrellas involved. I may write while I’m there, but my internet connection tends to be tenuous at best and I’m likely to be kept busy dodging awkward questions from relatives and consuming my weight in mashed potatoes.
Oh, and sunning myself.
In the interim, please make the jump to No Guts, No Glory, where I’m guest blogging for the delightful Kayleigh. I’ve never guest blogged before and I may never do it again, but when Kayleigh sounded the alarm, I felt the call. I felt it in my soul.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!