...where it's as white as snow.
Zak loves the snow. He has been waiting a long time for it. Yesterday morning, he came bounding into my room, barking an alert that it had finally happened. He digs in it, he rolls in it, he slides on his belly in it. He does not see it as an inconvienence as some do...he does not care about shoveling it or scraping it off windows. To him, it is pure joy.
Pure joy...something we all probably need to find more of. Or more importantly, recognize the potential for it.
Make it happen, babies. Muscial inspiration this morning by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Yahoo.
