snow swirling through the night, wind buffeting, the house a groaning ship in a white sea
We're back in Breckenridge, where a gusty storm deposited 10" (25C) of snow overnight.
Trees hold fluffy pillows and drifts undulate into the forest.
The sun is shining, telling me to put on layers and snap into the touring skis.
This is the last day of the Mindful Writing Challenge.
Though I am in the habit of writing daily, it's not always something to share.
Posting daily is a challenge for me.
Perhaps I'll join the community in writing a small stone each Sunday,
which seems more doable.
Yippee for small stones, blog friends,