Now that it’s hot again in the city, and officially summer, I’m kind of missing winter. Kind of. (And Rebekah, not kind of.)
The above image was taken at the end of February. Rebekah and I have this winter morning tradition. On occasion if we wake to find a fresh fallen blanket of snow we strip to our underpants and run around outside. Like kids on a snow day. Until we get cold. Then we come in, put on dry panties, have hot cocoa, then go to work.
Seeing this makes me remember the stillness of those cold white mornings- listening to the muffled noises of the waking world stirring under soft snow.