I do love the change of seasons. And the beginning of winter always feels a little magical, as does the start of all the seasons, I guess. There's a part of me that welcomes the white snow and frigid temperatures. I like layering up to walk outside and pulling a throw blanket around me when I sit down for a movie. Sipping tea and eating toast on a Sunday morning as the snow falls outside. Cozy. Warm. All those lovely feelings.
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Exploring the Bus Stop After the First Big Snow |
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Calling the Kids in at Dark From Sledding For Hours |
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A Shimmery, Frost-Covered Leaf |
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My Backyard on a Snowy Night |
But the romance with winter doesn't last. Oh no. By January I'm done with it. And by February I'm so over winter I get bitter and angry, the hashtag #ihatewinter used in all my photo captions.
But until then, I'll just enjoy the magic of new beginnings and silvery-white scenery.
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