To me, there’s two kinds of beautiful winters.
The winter we usually have here, rainy, stormy, gray and wet. I like it. But I would also say, that an even more beautiful winter would be with snow on the ground for the most part. Oh yes. A snowy winter that I’ve never lived in, but I long for someday be in it. Snow for two months. No, three months. The kind it makes everything glow and quiets the world. But I know these are somewhere else. And I know, it happened this winter in a big part of our country, and I know it’s not as glamorous as I have it in my head. But since I’ve never lived one, I’m allowed to dream. Right? And dream is what makes it even more beautiful.
And then there is the beautiful winter that you would normally think, with sunshine, not very gray or muddy days. The kind you can still play outside, even though the calendar says December or February. The kind, my kids are wearing t-shirts most of the time. The kind of winter that when you look outside you can see the blue skies and the sun shining.
Well? That’s the kind of winter we’ve had this year. Amazingly beautiful, so different from our rainy, gray, wet days. I still like those, because I do love rain. But this was different.
And it’s been perfectly fine. Perfectly beautiful.