Apparently, it is still January. I had almost forgotten, honestly, until I woke up to a white, snow-covered world and groaned as I pulled on as many layers as possible before walking to church.
But I love, love, love the way the snow simultaneously softens and sharpens the world. On the mountains the trees seem outlined as well as the branches out my window, but the snow also acts as a uniform of sameness.
The sky is white, the road is white, the cars are white, the trees are white, the grass is white, and the people are bundled up, in probably something other than white.
Oh & actually, we don’t even have real “snow-days” in Utah.