In anticipation

I cannot wait to see snow again. I am so desperate, I could write poems abut how I want winter to come. It probably wouldn’t help much anyway. They just predicted another dry season here. It is unseasonably warm and seasonably sunny. There will have to be snow at one point, I believe. I just need to be ready and go out photograph it right when it comes, before it is gone.

Meantime, I am scanning my Lightroom folders for memories from previous, better times. This image I took early year, on the only weekend with snow that past winter season. A day or two later, and it was gone again, never to come back.