Piling up

During a conversation with a friend of mine last night, he told me of his excitement about going on vacation and putting his feet in the sand and getting worked over by some early-winter swell in Florida. I became almost defensive, and it was a feeling I embraced. As we drove south on highway 135 in a howling snow storm, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. A series of storms have been funneling through the valley stacking up our snow pack. I am giddy with excitement watching the snow eddy around the windows and settle onto the ground in a virginal white shroud. Oh yeah, winter is here and it is everything I dream of.