I love lazy mornings.
And sleep. I'm big on that, too.
So I surprised myself when I woke up a little after 7 AM today without having set an alarm.
Even more surprising was that I chose to get up, even though I had nowhere particular to be.
But the final, truly shocking development was when I heard myself say to Steve, "I think I want to go out with the camera."
We had a major snowstorm in Southern Ontario yesterday.
I'm sure many sensible people who are usually go-go-go when they get out of bed looked out the window today and decided that this particular morning called for a hot drink and a warm blanket on the couch.
I was almost with them.
Steve went back to bed. I was almost with him, too.
But as I looked outside and saw that nice morning light slipping away, I found myself ditching my fuzzy pyjama pants and starting to layer.
There's a lot to be said for being cozy.
But there's also a lot to be said for tramping through knee-deep snow that wraps around your legs.
And for leaving fresh tracks in a fresh field of glittering white.
I'll always love lazy mornings.
But it's been a long time since we had a winter storm like this.
There were blankets waiting when I got back.
And there was Steve, and cups of tea.
But first, there was this.
It was an excellent morning.