Into white

Since Portlanders do heat as well as they do snow, I thought I'd revisit the snow days.

I thought it might cool me down.

Record breaking heat. Into the triple digits.
I long for our walk Christmas afternoon when I was triple layered! Sigh.
If you're in need of a break from the heat...I hope these few images cool you off, if even a little.
They do me.

The Snow that never drifts~
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now~

So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear~

Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibit~

Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be~
We buy with contrast~Pang is good
As near as memory
~Emily Dickinson