I looked out the window Saturday morning to find this:
a hoarfrost and a fog, the sun was rising quickly so I brushed my hair, got my boots and grabbed a coat and my camera pack and left the house in the sweats I slept in!
And it was magic, ethereal, and quiet except for the sound of the snow squeaking under the tires on a morning that registered exactly ZERO on the truck's digital thermometer.
The heater on high, a window open and oldies on the radio, and the magic lasted for nearly two hours.
On one road, the fog was so thick, the road so remote, I got out of the truck and I stood in the road and just listened to it. It was just me and the birds, and I thought I heard the sound of spring in their song. I enjoyed every second of it.
I have so much thankfulness for these little treasures handed to me, and if I look and I act, I can preserve just SOME of the magic for us to share.