I know I talked about all the garbage on the street yesterday, but now it's under about a blanket of snow about a foot thick. And everything's pretty again.
And I just went crunching around in it--walked to a cafe and didn't like the music, so I didn't stay. On my way back, I slipped and fell in the middle of the empty street, but I scrambled back up, just like Tonya Harding would have.
So it's slippery and it's 12 degrees. But being out there breathing feels good. And looking over my string of days on this blog, I'm thinking my January hasn't sucked. Weird.