this morning i woke up to snow again. it is that wet sleety snow that sticks on the petals of my crimson tulips. it is lovely and bizarre. this LA girl wants to know when snow ends, but it's not for me to know. the foothills of the rocky mountains teach me a lot about embracing surprise in the midst of total confusion.
hopefully a morsel of serendipity comes and sits in your lap today.
photocredit: {hollandkerker}
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