Those words shouldn’t go together. Cold isn’t beautiful. But maybe from my 72 degree vantage point it is.
Don’t get all excited. I’ve lived in snow before, though it’s been a few years. And even more recently, I’ve been to far colder places. But there’s something about looking out the window of *my* house and seeing the snow on the ground that is just beautiful. Cold, but beautiful. I missed the first snow and they say this one won’t last long (gone tomorrow). So I’m glad I’m up late tonight to catch the view of the undisturbed white blanket resting on my front yard, covering the driveway and street.
Better not hog the view…
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