How many times have I mentioned walking the dirt road that is just beyond our house? No matter what the season, I love its curving up and downess, the sound of close by water lapping against the rocks, the peacefulness. In winter, when all is white, walking the road takes on new dimension.
All around me is robed in white. My breath is frosty, fingers and toes are cold. Even my camera feels frozen in my hand so it must be time to trek back home for the steaming warmth of hot chocolate. This Texas girl loves a bit of Maine winter each year, but I think I’m glad it’s only a bit.
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