I climbed the basement stairs to join my daughter and her family for breakfast the morning following our arrival here in the Rocky Mountains. The previous day, my husband and I’d stepped out of the airport to a cooler-than-Texas day, but still one where no coat was necessary. As I approached the top of the stairs, I stepped across the small landing to pull back the curtains and peek out at the morning landscape before moving on to the kitchen. The view beyond the window made me pause in my step as I took in the winter wonderland spread out before me. A two-inch blanket of sparkling white snow had quietly fallen over the yard and trees during the cover of night.
After calling unnecessarily to the others in the house (I get rather excited about snow), we hurried to eat breakfast, then donned our winter gear and headed out the door to drop our young granddaughters off at school.
We were only outside a few minutes when it hit me… the 17 degree temperature, like a sheet of ice adhering to the surface of my face. Zipping my coat to the highest it could possibly go and pulling my hat further down over my ears, I hurried a little faster along the walk.
We used to live in Colorado some years ago, and have visited many times since, but I guess our blood has thinned some. This is the same snow Stormy Winters found herself engulfed in in Shadowed in the Springs.
It may be cold here, but oh so beautiful!