The storms are supposed to let up.
I hope so.
I sincerely do. It's difficult to step out the front door knowing that snow is gently falling and covering the last offering with a new seal.
Less depressing in Roosevelt... strangely enough. The mountains don't feel like a prison. The cold still bites the bones, but there isn't a prison of rock, dirt and grey sky to mock us.
Winter continues....
hope it winds down soon.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 3:48 PM
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