Powdered Sugar Donuts and the Ocean in Winter
It snowed last night while we were sleeping. Not a whole lot. Not like last year. But a powdered sugar dusting that left all the cars looking like those little donuts you can find at Chinese buffets or better yet, beignets. I love snow. Even last year when I got snowed in multiple times and had to dig out my car with a dustbin, I couldn't get over how beautiful it was. I'm not saying I didn't recognize the inconvenience and dread driving through the snow bank maze of downtown D.C., but it was still beautiful, you know?
But I was thinking this morning, as I looked out the window, how much more I really want to be looking at the ocean instead of a snowscape. I'm so desperate that I would even take a cold, winter ocean complete with five jackets, two scarves, and an extra fuzzy hat with ear flaps. There can even be a little snow mixed in with the sand. But I really miss the sound of the waves hitting the beach. Kind of in a desperate, hyperventilating way.
Is it that obvious that I didn't make it to the beach this summer?
But I was thinking this morning, as I looked out the window, how much more I really want to be looking at the ocean instead of a snowscape. I'm so desperate that I would even take a cold, winter ocean complete with five jackets, two scarves, and an extra fuzzy hat with ear flaps. There can even be a little snow mixed in with the sand. But I really miss the sound of the waves hitting the beach. Kind of in a desperate, hyperventilating way.
Is it that obvious that I didn't make it to the beach this summer?
