My Way of Living + Story

Cold ground, morning light.
Horses stamp their hooves. Breath shows, sun creeps through the trees. 5 below zero in my world.

Above the little town.
Sunshine glimmering through a mist of fog while it cuddles the mountains. Hail, sleet, snow waves farewell. Blow March winds, blow. 22 degrees warmer in a few days. White fields, geese flying in formation, honks calling from the sky.
Eagles gathering to feast. Busy highway, big trucks whirl, black wheels noisy.
Dark clouds drop hail, then snow, as it's whisked away with the wind.

Short ride to shed the cold, watch the temperature climb.
6 degrees of Celsius separation.
To the almost big city. Engine purrs as it crests the mountain ridge. Eyes flicker following familiar landscapes, barns, fields, trees, roads and ending in intersections. Almost there. A flurry of shielding our eyes against a bright sun, yellow light glimmering off of puddles on the melting lake. Streetlights, stop signs, winter temperatures warm. Short skirts, bare legs, peek out from under winter jackets. Foolish young things maneuver melting snow piles, gliding by as fast as their goose bumped legs will allow them. Winter layers shed like feathers flying everywhere. Dust flies, vehicles pass. Heart song, deep breath finally, leave the city behind.

Regret, or forget, there's always another trip.
Head towards home. Engine ticks, bags unpack, cat meows. Sunlight stretches golden fingers trying to sneak a store bought cookie off of the kitchen counter. Home again. Breathe deep.

P.S. Aren't you glad that you read all the way to the bottom of this post? Laura, from I'm So Vintage, and I have something that we are working on together, and we will fill you in on that in the near future. I think it's exciting! Be sure to drop by on Friday to find out what I have in store for this blog…hint, it's not just a move.