Feels So Distant | Rules To Follow

Remember summer? Those halcyon days of yore where we all seemed care free, jolly and gay? I remember, but the picture of balmy, warm sunny evenings and bright sun tempered by cool breeze is obscured by the snow storms of the tundra we face ahead of us. 

Ice cold toes, wet-through trousers, pained fingers and wind stung (brave) face do not a happy-snapper make. But this sight made me smile. A reminder of that distant past and a reminder that beneath the dusty white snow lays a verdant lush field in wait for my picnic basket and blanket.

I just need to survive a few more months, just a few more. 

Posted via email from stephen walrond