Here I am typing away, leg enveloped in the warmth of two blankets, thoughts rhythmically swaying to the clickety-clack of my keyboard and an overtone of the pitter-patter of ice melting from our apartment’s roof, hitting the muddy ground. It’s been a week since the peak of winter storm Cleon hit North Texas and yet we are still at the mercy of the cold: air conditioner blowing dry heat, faucets dripping and The Husband recovering from feverish days, nursing the colds and a noisy cough.
At the onset of the winter storm, The Husband and I were as excited as little children opening gifts on Christmas day, as we’ve never experienced the biting cold and the pristine, sparkling cover that comes with it. Armed with wool gloves, a hoodie, a winter coat, winter boots, Halloween pajamas and a camera, I ventured outside carefully threading on alien ground that crunched and crackled with every step. The Husband? Well, he was even more excited, diving head first into the winter wonderland in a cotton shirt and shorts. Can you now guess how he got sick?
Anyways, here are some photos of the beautiful harshness of our 1st brush with winter:
I actually can’t believe that I am saying this, but I am so looking forward till temperatures rise, Mr. Sun smiles at us again and I can go out safely to play 🙂 Hope you’re warm in your corner of the world!