Mammoth

We're back now, but a few of you have asked, Did you go to the snow? Where are the photos? So here are a few. There aren't so many because I kept waiting for the snowstorm that never came. I prayed to the saints of weather but obviously I didn't pray hard or seriously enough. Still, I walked daily, crunched through the snow, slipped on it some, and stomped it off my boots when I returned to the condo, so it was there, I did see it and experience it, and a few times blew out a breath and saw vapor. (Travis, in white, with his cousins.)

Snowy night

Spring break in the snow. We're in Mammoth. It's a blizzard out there. As Billy Collins says in "Snow Day," when I stick my head out the slider and am happily pummeled by blowing snow, I'm aware of "the grandiose silence of the snow." I love it.