My favorite mornings are when I look out the windows, South, and the big hills are gone. I love seeing them, too, but there is something sweet about knowing they are there through the mist, the storm, the inches of snow topped on trees. It is comforting.
Snow has been falling in the last week, it has been cold, but it melts within an hour. Moving to a new town requires a lot of thinking about what it even means to exist in another place, with other people. Jack and I have been talking about how great this place is but how it also has an identity crisis when it comes to deciding if it is a coastal town or a mountain town. I’ve been listening to Kate Wolf’s Like a River to place myself. It is such a southern Oregon song, the almost desert, the ponderosa. Sometimes I long for that dry air.