Walking on hard crunchy snow. Crunch crunch crunchcrunchcrunch. Bright, blinding light. Squinting eyes, eyelashes blurring the edges of vision. The flow of cool air blowing into garments, passing skin. Inhaling, moisture flashing cool, hopping up the slope. Approaching destination.
Plants growing, trees leafing out, some still blossoming. Sounds nice up there.
ReplyDeleteLove to all,
Jeff