Nonetheless, my soul remains on the rolling hills of the Palouse.
Soft white flakes dance in the air like thousands of tiny Tinkerbell’s, swirling up, down, and side-to-side with any breeze or movement.
There are some places on earth that can crawl deep into a person’s heart, and inspire an insatiable desire to explore, discover, and be nomadic.
Snow awakens a child-like sense of wonder, stoking the adult imagination. It brings you back to memories of building snow forts with siblings on a snow day and heading inside afterward for grilled cheese, chicken noodle soup, and in my sister’s and my case, the thousandth screening of The Wind in the Willows.
I came to the conclusion that for Amber and I, when it came to deep water, fears were not necessarily conquered, but they were challenged and confronted, and for that we should be proud of ourselves.
Alright, fine, I’ll quit romanticizing the PNW and get to what I hinted at earlier, and where Amber’s and my Christmas travels will be taking us this year...
Nonetheless, I’m personally ready for fall after a long and dry summer, and I look forward to more rain in the forecast. Let’s try to keep snow off the Palouse until November though, if possible.