Every once in a while, we get snow. Every 5 years or so.
It's quiet, and pretty to look at. The community stops. Because they have to, but I think in many respects, cause they want to.
People seem to slow down more when snow hits Portland. You are more willing to walk rather than drive. Or, in my case, just stay inside.
My daughter and I built a snowman. The day before we sat in the hottub when the snow was falling. I love that.
We tried to blow bubbles and watch them freeze, but it seemed to be a tad bit too warm for that to happen.
I think that most of all. What I'm trying to actually say here, is take each day as a blessing. As it's ment to be. I know we are all teathered to the clock, and the deadlines. But when we are breathing our last few breaths, and we reflect on our life it is moments like this weekend that we will remember... Nothing else.
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