January.

Lonely, dark, snowy, cold. I was in the beginning stages of a sickness that kept me miserable well into February. Luckily, Julia and I decided to tramp into a nearby grove and take photographs.

I miss the quietness of this snow- the muffling sort of hush that Nature gives. Although, I don’t miss the chill I got afterwards- I stupidly wore only a sweater, convinced it would keep me warm.

It did not, surprisingly.

It’s 80 degrees out and I hate the heat, even though it’s twenty degrees cooler than it will be. This for me is a visual cooler.