All over the world, my friends received copious amounts of snow this season, whilst I sat in a bleak, non-descript Georgia longing for a chance to play.
Planning a sojourn to Colorado, I thought I absolutely would get my fill. Nearing the end of my trip, I came to Estes Park Sunday night and prayed. The light fluffy flakes started just after I lay my head on the pillow & haven’t stopped.
Serenity. Bliss. Giddy with excitement, my snow pants are on and I’m off to make snow angels, snowmen & throw snowballs (at nothing in particular).
Since the thick falling snow is hindering my view of the Rocky Mountains, I posted a photo of another snowy scene that makes my heart leap. The Annapurnas in the Himalayas certainly kicked my butt — a defeat that many climbers know — but filled my soul.
Mountains do what they want, from minute to minute. They are truly a metaphor for life. Just when you think you’re in control, conditions change.
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