Traveling Thoughts

I love the snow, and last night, the snow came, and I’m cool with it. I’m cool with it because I have an opinion about the cold weather, if it’s going to be cold, it should be snowing. And so it’s snowing, after 9 months of me being able to wear shorts, it’s snowing. While I appreciate that it’s snowing because it’s cold, I’ve realized that I wish it wasn’t cold. The cold weather is cramping my lifestyle. I can’t bike if it’s cold because it kills me, injuries come easier, but it strains my muscles and it hurts my lungs. If I can’t bike, I’m just not happy, biking is what makes my life good, it relieves stress, it keeps me healthy and in shape. Biking is my chi. Ok, I strayed, let me back up from cycling and back to the snow.

It’s snowing:

And when it’s snowing, I feel the need to go play in the snow:

And when I get done playing, it looks like this (in one spot at least):

So, I love the snow. I love when I get to play in the snow. I love when the snow makes it so that I can’t go to work, it’s a beautiful thing.