The day began with coffee with my son. A rare event, a chance to talk. A quiet time together. And that was after a night of listening to the wind howling relentlessly. Which was a worry since I planned to move on to my daughter’s house, a long drive in the wind. But I arrived safely, after hanging onto the steering wheel for dear life several times along the way. And the day ended with a glass of wine with my daughter. Not as quiet, but a nice visit with some of my favorite people. A very rare day. And this morning brings coffee with my daughter, and another windy drive ahead. Heading home…
Thanks to Henry for sleeping with me last night…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 