Winter

When I was a kid I loved winter. The crisp air, fluffy white snow, and promise of Christmas. However, the older I grew the more I came to despise this long dark season. Winter seamed to last an eternity. I felt thoroughly depressed by February and longed for sunshine and warm grass. I wasn't sure why my feelings toward winter had changed and blamed it on growing up and becoming more aware. BUT...something miraculous has happened. I have once again fallen in love with winter. Okay more like a small crush, but still that's HUGE for me!! I wouldn't say we are bffs, but I didn't curse its existence once this season. "what changed?" you may ask.... I got out in it. every day. We bundled up as much as we could, but on a happy face, and ventured out to explore winter. 

I realized that this is what i have been missing all these years. I stopped going out and enjoying winter. I stopped sledding, skiing, ice-skating, snow-showing, heck just walking in winter! William changed all of that this year with his persistent request to go out in the "no" (snow). he loved it...and so did I. 

While we were driving through the canyon on our way to Bear Lake one weekend, I was struck by the absolute beauty of winter. I started writing down some thoughts and thought I would share them on my little online journal. 

Winter

Thick globs of white snow, like paint, clings to the tree trunks-mocking gravity. Frost licks the bare branches leaving an ice coating, they moan under the weight of it.  The sun peaks through the blanket of white--it has a hazy texture. This is not the barren, stagnant winter I often envision-devoid of life and color. No, this seems to have a personality of it's own. The crisp air makes you feel more alive while taking your breath away.