Miss Vermont. (No, I mean I really miss Vt.)
I've been doing laundry from our trip to Vermont. However, I don't get very far because I keep pulling items out of the pile when they smell like the cabin.
I don't know if I can describe the scent, it's sort of a mix of cedar and snow. I feel as if I've just broken off a clandestine affair as I hold the clothes up to my face and inhale all the memories.
It's gray here in California. Since we've returned here the news has incessantly warned that we will soon to be "slammed with storms." I have been waiting. I heard it rain lightly last night. And I see clouds. They really don't know storms here.
When I wake, I see the gray in the window and expect to see white covering the world hear the soft hum of snow plow in the distance. But, that is gone now.
I see cars. Hear cars. Smell cars. I do see some clouds, though.
I don't know if I can describe the scent, it's sort of a mix of cedar and snow. I feel as if I've just broken off a clandestine affair as I hold the clothes up to my face and inhale all the memories.
It's gray here in California. Since we've returned here the news has incessantly warned that we will soon to be "slammed with storms." I have been waiting. I heard it rain lightly last night. And I see clouds. They really don't know storms here.
When I wake, I see the gray in the window and expect to see white covering the world hear the soft hum of snow plow in the distance. But, that is gone now.
I see cars. Hear cars. Smell cars. I do see some clouds, though.
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