One of the things I love best about living in the desert is the lack of snow. No shoveling, no scraping the ice off the windshield every morning, no layering of clothes and then unlayering when you have to go to the bathroom…these where the things that I didn’t miss when we left Canada. I guess I’m a little surprised at how much I miss those things now, after being away from them for the past 5 years.
A family trip to Telluride was just what we needed to get away and have some fun with family friends. I had been looking forward to this time for awhile, ready to leave the crazy everyday life behind for a few days. The closer we got to the ski town, the colder and fresher everything seemed. I could breath again, those deep breathes that almost hurt with the clean cold of the mountain air. I bundled up. I wore my old Sorel boots, the ones I used to wear while walking our dogs every evening in the deep snow.
I had forgot about that hush that happens when the snow falls. Like everything is muted and on the verge of becoming something from a fairy tale. I realized I needed this little get away for many reasons but one of them was to be reminded of my Canadian home. Somehow those things that I used to complain about are the things that I miss most. Thanks for the reminder Telluride!