Winter Wonderland


Originally February 16, 2025

Yesterday we got just enough snow to leave a light coating on just about everything and it was breathtaking. 

A winter wonderland.

I felt grateful and ungrateful all at the same time, hyper aware of the ways in which I complain and the ways in which I stop and take beautiful moments in.

 

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