I had a dream on Saturday night that we got 10 inches of snow. When I woke up, I was a bit melancholy because in the light of day, the reality of our weather lately has been a veritable temperature rollercoaster: January thaw followed by January freeze followed by January F-R-E-E-Z-E. Daily highs below zero. Windchills in the double digits below zero. And nothing left on the ground but occasional patches of hard crusty snow and sheets of ice as far as the eye could see.
Little did I know when we started getting freezing rain on Sunday morning that it would soon turn into the sort of large, fluffy snowflakes that make my heart pitter-patter. And that it would keep snowing for hours. And that, judging by what I had to brush of my car today, we would end up with a good 3-ish inches of accumulated snow by the time it was all said and done overnight.
And little did I know that when we went out skijoring this fine Monday morning that we would be the first people on the trail, that the trees would still be gorgeously frosted, that the weather was neither too warm nor too cold, that finding my shorter neckline would make a world of difference in making our starts smoother, that I would make every single turn without either falling or swinging wildly off the trail, that the dogs would be absolutely amazing, that they we would all settle into a nice easygoing pace trotting and skiing together, or that I would have absolutely no documentation of any of this because I forgot to charge the camera battery last night.
Tomorrow is another day. The snow is still here. And we can’t be the first ones on the trail again, the trees won’t still be gorgeously frosted, and who knows about the rest. But it’s ok if it isn’t as amazing as today was. Today was full of enough amazing to last me for a good, long time.