Justme
Banned
I got up this morning up in Minneapolis, Mn and took off froim there about 02:30 in the morning, heading East across the twin cities. I reached Wisconsin about 45 minutes later and took a 2 hour break in a rest area just over the border. I got up again just after 6 and started making my way towards Chicago and like 1000 times before I witnessed the awe and majesty of the beginning of a brand new day.
I could see the pine trees marching in endless rows as I passed them mile after mile and the canopy of the early dawn turning from the deepest purple flowing into a light blue. thin lines clouds lined the horizon like the last guardians of night and I watched as their dark lines lightened and were set afire by the glow of the coming dawn.
Around my I could see the deposits of a previous snowfall cover every part of the ground not covered in asphalt. It spread out over the median strip and covered the ground on either side of the 4-lane highway. There wasn't much traffic around me and even through the warm air blowing from the heater you could still feel the sparkly chill of the air outside.
Though I never have loved the cold, i could not ignore the feeling of being alive that it imbibed my spirit with. There's something about the cold chill of a wintery snow that giving me an intense rush and far more exhilaration than any Summer day has ever done.
I was just wondering wither you guys were a winter person or a Summer person and possibly hear a tale or two of how you feel about the season you prefer.
I could see the pine trees marching in endless rows as I passed them mile after mile and the canopy of the early dawn turning from the deepest purple flowing into a light blue. thin lines clouds lined the horizon like the last guardians of night and I watched as their dark lines lightened and were set afire by the glow of the coming dawn.
Around my I could see the deposits of a previous snowfall cover every part of the ground not covered in asphalt. It spread out over the median strip and covered the ground on either side of the 4-lane highway. There wasn't much traffic around me and even through the warm air blowing from the heater you could still feel the sparkly chill of the air outside.
Though I never have loved the cold, i could not ignore the feeling of being alive that it imbibed my spirit with. There's something about the cold chill of a wintery snow that giving me an intense rush and far more exhilaration than any Summer day has ever done.
I was just wondering wither you guys were a winter person or a Summer person and possibly hear a tale or two of how you feel about the season you prefer.