And so it snowed. Again. Just when you thought Spring had finally arrived. But I’m not complaining. I love snow.
Having experienced snow meant a check in my bucket list, a wish granted, a dream come true.
I have to admit that though I was happy that we could finally go outdoors with the warm weather, a part of me thought that I would never see snow again since I may not be here in the succeeding winters. So when it started to snow I was ecstatic… like someone experiencing snow for the first time.
I stood out in toms, sweats and a hoody but didn’t care. It was snowing and I was saying goodbye.
It was the end. Maybe not the very end, but 'an' end.
Every city has their ups and downs. The longer you visit, the more downs you start to notice.
Mahler's Resurrection Symphony
The salad bed in our garden
A connection revisited