As the snow swirls and blows and flies outside the window, I dream of places to go and adventures to be had this summer.
I dream of tall cliffs and desert sun.
I dream of wide mountain vistas and thin alpine air.
I dream of raging waterfalls and calm montane lakes.
I dream of dirt in my food and sun on my skin.
I dream of giggling babies and tinkling climbing gear.
I dream of sweat on my back and miles on my legs.
I dream of sore muscles, sun burns, laughter of friends, beer by the fire, and sleep under the stars. But the snow just keeps falling…