It’s cold and snowy here. I dunno what the temp is now, but it was 1 about an hour ago. Our street has been a sheet of ice for well over a week now.
I’m happy. I like it. I do.
I’d rather it be around 30 and constantly snowing, magically not accumulating much, but truly, I am a winter person.
I’m not a fan of dangerous biting wind, or when I don’t feel my feet until the thick socks go on, but it’s still better than bein hot.
Last night I watched some of Frozen Planet again before bed. (David Attenborough has a way, doesn’t he? I’d listen to that man narrate anything.)
Oh. So. Pretty. Oh snow and ice and more ice with icebergs and more ice! Ooh, Ahh! With awe, I watched the glacier move again. I’m particularly mesmerized by the melt lakes and the incredible, stunning color of the water. I reckon that’s the source of ‘arctic blue.’
My favorite part is watching the birth of snowflakes. Is that not an astoundingly beautiful natural wonder?!?
I can watch some of these episodes hundreds of times and never tire of them.
I am grateful I can watch them from the warmth of my bed, toasty feet and all.