So we've had and are having the first substantial cold event of the season.
Had about an inch of snow overnight as well.
Lots of people schlepping around moaning today.
I've got a goofy smile on my face. I'm not too crippled to shovel snow and do chores.
Even though cold, snow, and ice are tough to deal with and make this the season of hard living...
I try very hard (and sometimes succeed) to take Henry David Thoreau's advice to heart.
“Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.”
It's a bit like "suck it up and drive on."
I was forged in the fire of shitty days and ceaseless toil and frequent disappointment flavored with occasional bitter tears.
All part of the adventure.
For some astonishing reason my Dad is very close to me today. There's exactly zero doubt that he's walking with me.