What's to love about winter? Walking in a snow storm at dusk.
I wasn't planning to take a walk today; it wasn't on my to-do list with wash the sheets, clean out the refrigerator, pay some bills, water plants, take Youngest for an appointment, and paint the inside of the rusty bathroom cabinet. But suddenly at 5 pm I realized I wanted to walk in the falling snow, to feel the boot squeak of crystals in every step, to breath scarf warmed air, to feel ice tipped snowflakes lightly sting my cheeks.
I'm finding my way beyond the maze of the "middle" years