I have a difficult time with the cold weather, but for the most part this winter has been on the mild side.
We had 70 degrees on Christmas and 55 degrees just a few days ago. In between we have had some bitterly cold days, but I feel like I need to just bundle up and get out on those days anyway.
So that is what I am doing. Yesterday the snow was falling, which made me want to curl up and stay inside, but then I remembered how much I used to love to walk in the snow.
I piled on layers of clothes and headed out. (I think I kind of resembled Randy in "The Christmas Story". I could barely put my arms down.)
It was cold, but I was nice and warm and I loved the feel of the snow hitting my face as I walked, and the quiet of the world as it fell all around me.
The snow was gone almost as quickly as it came, but it was wonderful to remember how much I love walks in the snow.
Winter strips the earth of color, but in doing so it creates its own beauty. We just have to look for it.
Walking again is reminding me of just how beautiful each season is.
Walking is a simple pleasure. Perfect for my new simpler way of living.