I resumed my morning walks/runs this morning, and while I admire the beautiful mountains on the horizon it occured to me to think that 2020 was the most spitful year ever.
In the past we didn’t have a single snow flake in the mountains by Xmas. This year instead, since nobody can leave his own town, the mountains are all beautifully snow-capped! If that is not a malicious, rancourous year, I do not know what else. I’m starting the countdown to bid “adieu” to 2020.
There is snow in the forecast in town too. Well that is welcomed. I love snow, and I love snow over the holidays even more.