Monday, driving home from New Jersey, I was thinking: "I hate snow. I am so done with winter. That's it: I'm moving to Arizona!"
And then, I drove by a field and my heart fluttered a little. I caught my breath. I broke out in goosebumps. And I turned the jeep around so I could go back and take a picture.
I drove the rest of the way home thinking: "Snow is so beautiful. I love winter! I am so lucky to be living here."