Not Tired of Snow, Yet

Poor Sage.  She had to endure driving with me yesterday.  I had to go to my parents, completely across town and literally over hill and dale.  Then we checked on a snowbound friend (ok, not so snowbound if I could get to her), back to my parents, then downtown....

But she got out and instantly started making snow labs in the back yard, then later, a nice long walk she coveted every smell, every moment.  She's not tired of the snow.

Aside from the insane drivers, I'm also still enjoying Seattle's moment of winter.  It feels right, this cold shroud over us.  It has granted me permission to go inside, to feel sad, to hurt.  And to laugh at Sage, making snow labs.

Murphy's day.