snow.

This is what greeted me this morning when I walked to the barn to feed my wee horse in my PJ's and Wellies (classy, I know). Snow.

Dear Spring, hurry up and arrive already!

It's in March that I start thinking about Paris. I think about how green the grass is getting and how warm the days are now and more importantly all those pastries and espresso that aren't being consumed by me. What a waste!

I know, I just left and it was covered in snow even then. I actually considered staying and having my baby there, nothing wrong with dual citizenship, right?? But I grudgingly packed up my lovely apartment and left before I was too far along to fly.

I took this shot walking around in December.

But walking around in the blizzard was even Parisian sublime, people were smiling and chatting excitedly to strangers about all the snow. It felt like it brought everyone together, even my grouchy neighbor knocked on my door to ask me if I needed him to pick something up while he was out. Ah, the city of love and lights putting an end to grouchiness.........for a moment.

I want to be there.