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It was -15 when I got up this morning. -31 with the wind chill.
I had a very romantic view of the West when I was a child, fueled by classic movies like How the West Was Won and episodes of The Big Valley. It was a wild, open place, full of space and freedom and adventure. I retained that image until I moved here, and still, the little kid that lives inside me believes that that West is somewhere I just haven’t looked yet.
My image of living in the West never encompassed slogging through icy streets to an office in a tall building in downtown Denver. But with a warm coat enveloping me like the arms of a bear, I can pretend I am a displaced Russian countess, which makes the cold slightly more bearable.
And knowing that there are places like this also ease the frigid winter winds.
Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “ As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” — Nelson Mandela
Daily gratitudes:
My bear coat
Salmon
That I got my sidewalk shovelled
Sparkling sprinkling of snow at night
A morning bus nap
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