Whiteness

I woke up to whiteness.

I suppose I could moan about how much I hate winter, and what a long one it's been, but I won't. Complaining about the weather doesn't change it anyway. Instead, I'd rather write about how glad I am to be warm and indoors, looking at the garden which looks pretty in the snow.

It's my mother's birthday today. She would have been 70, if an earthquake hadn't taken her life almost 20 years ago. I miss her everyday.