Thursday, November 22, 2018


Despite growing up in California, I don't hate winter. It's always a shock going from looking out my kitchen window at a carpet of crunchy autumn leaves to that first gentle snowfall and while brushing snow off of my car and hunting for mittens in the morning is annoying, I don't hate it.

Once snow has covered everything and the cold sets, something changes in the air. Everything feels more solemn, quieter. One of my favorite things to do come winter is once the kids are in bed, go outside and just take in the stillness of the snow covered night. The moon and street lamps cast a pale light causing the blanket of whiteness to glisten as if sprinkled with diamond flecks. The energy is different- there's a sense of stillness, holiness.