It's all it takes. A little snow, a little winter chaos in the middle of the desert.
I found myself sleeping in this morning hoping that if I delayed, I would be forced to stay home because of the snow - the inch of snow that was promised. Now, I didn't get a snow day, but I did get Starbucks and a beautiful drive to work. I took some pictures with my phone, but I'm 80 so it will take me a while to get those from my phone onto my computer.
Kids are freaking out, throwing snowballs (slushballs, really, but who am I to burst their bubbles?) and screaming. Winter hats and pretty scarves are out in full force. I got four warnings to "be careful of the ice" that I know wasn't real ice.
But I am ecstatic. It's cold. It's pretty. The enthusiasm is contagious. All you people who have been enduring snow for months are probably over it, but I'm like a child seeing Christmas for the first time. I feel like skipping and throwing snowballs myself.
In a few short weeks, it'll be back up in the 80s and 90s. I'll be happy that my desert is a desert again. But for the time being, I'm going to be very happy that I was sent a little, tiny bit of that winter I've been missing for a couple years.
