Officially Winter

One week into July, 6 am, and the sun has yet to rise. Walking outside for fresh air yields a familiar site; a wet, bitter morning. Back inside to brush my teeth and wash my face.  Minutes later as I’m stepping back across the foyer to my room, there is a glimmer in my peripheral. What was dank and cold only moments before was suddenly veiled in a pale blanket of snow.

Snow in July, what a bizarre concept. 

Fingers crossed for a white birthday...

 Up to the kitchen

Down to the river

 On the river

Sunrise