It snowed more than 32 inches over the past 24 hours.\u00a0\u00a0 I step out into the sunless early morning to a muted white landscape.\u00a0 It’s so quiet, even my own sounds don’t propagate far.\u00a0 My snowboots don’t make a sound in the fresh powder.\u00a0 The scent of woodsmoke fills the air.<\/p>\n
My walk to the post office to pick up yesterday’s mail will take me across the two-lane state highway and the center of town.\u00a0 I see that the road is already getting congested with skiers and snowboarders heading up from the cities.\u00a0 None of the sidewalks are clear so I have to walk on the edge of the roadway.<\/p>\n
Leaving the highway, I turn down First Street.\u00a0 I peer into the co-op to see if it’s open yet.\u00a0 The lights are off and the sign in front says “closed”, but I can see steam accumulating on the inside of the windows.\u00a0 I know someone is in the back kitchen baking scones and muffins.<\/p>\n
I continue to the other edge of town where the post office is. The air here has a different scent of woodsmoke.\u00a0 It smells like fine tobacco being smoked in a pipe.\u00a0\u00a0 One thing I love about this town is the variety of wood that is burned in stoves and fireplaces.\u00a0 Each block has a different scent.<\/p>\n
I pickup my junk mail and deposit my Netflix DVD into the mail slot.\u00a0 I contemplate taking a different route back home, but decide I want to pass the co-op again to see if it is open.\u00a0 The idea of a fresh baked muffin sounds so appetizing.<\/p>\n
I walk up First Street and peer into the co-op windows.\u00a0 Yes!\u00a0 The lights are on and the sign says “open”.\u00a0 I ask the clerk if there are any muffins yet.\u00a0 Just then a women carrying a tray of fresh baked chocolate covered raspberry scones emerges from the back, answering my question.\u00a0 She puts the scones into the display case and tells me about all of the other baked goods in there.\u00a0 It was a tough choice, but I settled on the banana cranberry, peach muffin, a large one.<\/p>\n
Outside, I break off the crispy top part and begin nibbling on it as I walk up the road.\u00a0 The bottom part of the muffin is steaming.<\/p>\n
The highway has even more cars on it now.\u00a0 Although the traffic is only crawling along, nobody wants to stop to let me cross.\u00a0 Finally I just go for it, forcing the issue.<\/p>\n
Looking up at the Divide as I walk west, I see the sun is shining.\u00a0 It won’t be long before it’s sunny here.<\/p>\n
Back at home, I make some Earl Grey tea and finish my muffin.\u00a0 I look out the window, between the houses, and see the traffic is stopped dead on the highway.\u00a0 I’m content not to be in that mess.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It snowed more than 32 inches over the past 24 hours.\u00a0\u00a0 I step out into the sunless early morning to a muted white landscape.\u00a0 It’s so quiet, even my own sounds don’t propagate far.\u00a0 My snowboots don’t make a sound … Continue reading