Lake Tahoe:
It's drizzling, and I'm grading midterms, hot tea in one hand, bundled in a thick sweater and slipper socks, feeling ridiculous for May. I wish I were in Tahoe, either in front of a fireplace or chasing E down the mountain on my new board, snow flying behind me.
Somehow, rain can be so much drearier than snow. Especially in May.
Not sure how it works like that, but it does.
Me and E at Heavenly in December
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