I remember my first snow day like it was yesterday. I was nine years old and having only lived in a tropical climate before moving here, it just blew me away.... That memory comes rushing back every winter and is why I love this season so much
The hardest part about the beginning is deciding where the beginning actually is. It's like trying to remember when you first became friends with someone. It's not the first time you met, but rather when the pieces fell into place, when you looked at the person and said to yourself, "We are friends. I like you. I hope we're friends a long time." °
And sometimes stories start the exact same way, you don't remember what parts matter and what parts don't. You can't see how the thread connects the people and the places and the choices. But, maybe that's the problem with trying to piece together a story, it's all a mess of interconnected lines. It all matters and it all doesn't matter at once.
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It was unseasonably warm in Wisconsin today, and we weren’t the only ones to take advantage of it. Would love to come back to this park in the fall, but it was also super cool to see so many people ice fishing and driving vehicles on frozen Devil’s Lake! #travelwi