Bitter cold days.
The first snow fall of the season.
Extreme winds and cold weather require warm beverages and high colored sweaters.
The full moon surprised me this month.
I adore this mint green dream.
We finally saw some snow around these parts - the first since last October believe or not. I crave this weather. It feels so good against my skin. People are constantly asking where my coat is. My response is always "I am from Connecticut". Their replies are always "Oh - okay".
This week has been about easing back into the routines that I have temporarily ignored due to two weeks filled with sickness. I missed these little habits once they were no longer there. They keep the balance. Music. Yoga. Tea. Reading. I am grateful for the slow mornings that I know are such a luxury in these times.
I met a family from Peru this week. The hubs and I are vacationing there this Spring. I could not contain my excitement and gushed about this. They were so excited to discuss their home land - to imagine my time there. I could sense the bitter-sweet feeling. They talking about leaving in search of a better life. I thought about how strange it is that I am touristing the country they fled from. Before we parted, they wished me well. I told them I would think of them while there. I was again reminded to be grateful for the little things I so easily take for granted.