Just the other day, I remembered a sound I love--the sound of snowplows.
Am I alone here? Really?
I delight in hearing that low growl of metal scraping asphalt...the pulsating yellow lights glinting through the blinds and bouncing off my dark walls. The sound confirms my hopes-- that it's BAD out there-- and I'm in here. And it reminds me how snug I am in my warm bed and how magical it will look when I pull back the drapes...
I especially love waking up to it... hearing it when I'm nearly asleep, but nearly awake... especially on a morning when we didn't expect snow.
I delight in hearing that low growl of metal scraping asphalt...the pulsating yellow lights glinting through the blinds and bouncing off my dark walls. The sound confirms my hopes-- that it's BAD out there-- and I'm in here. And it reminds me how snug I am in my warm bed and how magical it will look when I pull back the drapes...
I especially love waking up to it... hearing it when I'm nearly asleep, but nearly awake... especially on a morning when we didn't expect snow.
Sigh. It's winter in Chicagoland and I love it.
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