More musings from my paranoid, movie-addled brain
You know what the best thing about snow is? You can be 100 percent positive that no one is stalking you. Not that that’s something I ever think about, but it is still soothing to look out my back door and through the windows at the uninterrupted spreads of whiteness. Unmarked, except for one little trodden path past my kitchen window from the deer visiting my apple tree. And I’m not really worried about deer peeping in my windows. It is stunning out there. I have purposely left the back porch covered, so that the mounds of snow just outside the glass reminds me every time I look up that I am surrounded. We had a little blizzard a couple days ago, that deposited about twenty inches of snow on us in less than a day. It was great! I am also very glad to work at a motel, so that if I am stranded, I can just commandeer a bed. It was especially great, considering the fact that I have decided to head back towards sunnier climes. It’s gorgeous here, but it really isn’t me. It took me a while, but I finally decided that I am just a city girl, albeit one that loves the mountains, and all my ties are someplace else. The response of my employers to my notice was somewhat telling. "I have to warn you," I started. "I knew it!" she said, not happy, but definitely not surprised. "I mean, there’s nothing for you here. I knew it would just be a matter of time." Everyone else knew, while I had my head in the snow. Ah well. I’m enjoying my last few weeks here, soaking up the cold and the… pretty. My yard is full of snow angels. It would be full of snowmen, but they are really hard to make! I’ll try again, but they always turn out strange and disfigured. I’d rather just flop down in the snow and writhe a bit. Then run inside and have hot cocoa and admire.
