Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Gift of Being Here
The view outside of our kitchen window this morning demanded that we take a walk this afternoon. Bright snow crunched under our feet as we headed into an open field and turned up to a hill top. The clean, dry air felt good on my face --- and all other parts were bundled tight in layers of warm clothes. Neighbors ride their horses on this path and we followed their footprints. At least 8 inches of snow has fallen and the snow capped Alps serve as a sparkling crown to this landscape.
There is so much that I love about where I am right now.