I don't know how this happened but I am loving this winter. Not typical of me. Yesterday: a snow lady, a broken blue typewriter and sledding with friends. Today: ice covered trees, multi-generational cowboy boots, more sledding and more friends.
My children are wildflowers (singing, this instant, at the top of their lungs, and clopping like wild horses in said boots).
And the light? The light is back.
The light is back.
Oh my oh my the light is back.