snow dusted hills.
Yesterday I awoke to my alarm beeping and I accordingly rolled out of bed to stop it. As I looked out my bedroom window -- something I've come to automatically do each morning -- I glanced half asleep at the farmilar scene, then looked back again. A fresh sprinkling of snow was strung across our yard. I smiled and climbed back under the warm covers.
Later into the morning we were driving across the dim landscape that was graced by the dark silhouettes of spiny trees and a floor of white dust. Something about the display made me grin and a flood of of happiness mixed with anticipation went through me. I was excited for the day. It was going to be a good one.
And it was a good day. A day filled with friends and family, laughter, and times I'll never forget.
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