The massive snow pile that the plows and vehicles can’t reach has been melting and then refreezing into a beautiful crystal mountain that sparkles in the sun.
Tonight, all seven planets will align and be visible at the same time.
I’d like to say a word of thanks to the inevitable adventuring party who are, as I’m typing this, thwarting some sort of evil plan having to do with this.
Dear future me,
Today you hit 160 days in your movement streak. Since the summer of 2024 you managed to run about 23.8 miles a week, removed 20 lbs that your body no longer has to carry, and hopefully pushed back a bit of bodily entropy. I hope you kept up this good work.
Yesterday I waxed poetic about walking in the snow but today it is 8° and I’m not doing that to myself.
A Morning Snow Walk
I don’t often take walks in the morning but, when I do, it’s because of snow. Today was a real treat as I lucked into making the first tracks in last night’s snowfall ahead of the plow man.
I wish I had enough of a writers brain to properly express …
There is some kind of horrible irony in receiving biodegradable trash bags in an unbiodegradable plastic bag. 🤦🏼♂️
The trees are inspiring as they stand sentinel through the cold winter winds. Sure, they look forward to spring’s blooming but this time is theirs too. Waving hello as I walk by and sheltering the smaller creatures as they can.
Me and a neighborhood friend spent the day helping our elderly neighbor pack for a fast approaching move. We’re very sad to see her leaving but that spurred us into putting that much more effort into getting her squared away.
Everyone deserves to feel supported and loved, especially the vulnerable.
