Pause I

Not food-related. Just got home from work, after a pit-stop at Sharlene's, my neighborhood bar, since before it was Sharlene's.

Watching through the window as car after car got stuck, while other luckier ones shimmied around, like fish in a bowl. Slow-motion bumper cars.

Walking home in the snow, before the plows can do their thing, a foot above solid ground--literally like walking on clouds. Plushy and silent. Amazing.


In case you are not looking closely, the above picture is the middle of the street, where cars are supposed to drive.



Sleeping.


Yes, I'm still a California girl who is still amazed at the miracle of changing seasons. Mostly snow. Even after six years of trudging through Snow's almost immediate reincarnation, Grey Slush; and repeatedly dodging being splashed by cabs by its crude distant cousin, Brown Sludge.

Never allow yourself to be too jaded to be arrested by the wonder of nature. It's the purest of pleasures, and one that you will never be too poor to afford.