The View From My Window

There is nothing like the first snowfall.  Pristine, white, and untouched snow.  I appreciate and marvel in the beauty.

Then the novelty wears off pretty quickly.   Because once I venture outside into the wind and the cold, I am instantly reminded of my painful joints and nerves.  It's hard for me to navigate beyond my neighborhood in this winter weather.

I'm grateful for the scenery and the view from my window.  But it also means more days inside.  It can feel like forced hibernation.  I don't know about you, but I would be satisfied with just one snowfall each year and then a quick progression into Spring.