January 21, 2012
Most of the time, the snow seems oppressive. Without the promise of snow days, the white flurries usually mean a slipperier commute, cold feet, a windblown face, a constant need for excessive layering and an overall sense of gray sky gloom. However, sometimes if I step back, zip up my warmest boots, grab a special pal, grab a camera and meander some place new, that very snow becomes magical, memorable and magenta!
As I marked my 28th year, the January snow seemed to beckon and call my inner child, so my fake Russian (in real Russian goggles) and I went to explore and play on a snowventure!
1. Pack
2. Precise [franglais “verb”]
3. Launch!
4. Snow kick retaliation [pretty proud of that height]!
Dear Pittsburgh,
Thanks for putting on your prettiest shades of pink and blue for my special day. You really dazzled!
Sincerely,
The Birthday Girl
PS: It’s really lovely to recharge after a snowventure, and I knew just the place!
