You know, it's been snowing almost every day for a couple weeks here, but until earlier this week, nothing stuck...
I had every intention of making my 9:30 coffee date—showered, blow-dried, half makeup (no mascara), basically a HUGEE deal—but due to the overnight snow and ice, it was unfortunately cancelled.
Instead of throwing in the towel and climbing back into bed for some good ol' netflix time, I decided to do something COMPLETELY unlike myself and continue to get dressed and head out the door even though I didn't have to go anywhere anymore. . .
To be honest, I really needed the fresh air. I've been such a sloth for weeks and it was time for me to make my weekly appearance to the "sun." In an attempt to give my outing a bit more direction, I headed over to our neighborhood delicatessen to grab a latte and a loaf of bread. After that, I just wandered around.
Plenty of times I've looked around a thought, 'maybe I should take a few photos of my new hood', but nothing ever looked that appealing to me. I don't know if it was the overcast sky or the white icy streets—or a combination of both—but I felt like everything just had a glow about it. I guess it's all about finding beauty in the ordinary, right?
