So I'm sitting in bed, as per the norm this past week, when a flood of memories comes rushing upon me. I moved to Pocatello in February 2006. It was quite a change from the long summers of Arizona (especially considering that year was abnormally warm in February). There was something about this quaint little town that was especially intriguing to a
ll of us. Personally, I think it's the old-time back drop and the laid-back life style to match. April and I went out in service with a couple of sisters from the Highland congregation on a Wednesday morning. It was snowing. It had been years since we'd seen a good snow like that one.
ll of us. Personally, I think it's the old-time back drop and the laid-back life style to match. April and I went out in service with a couple of sisters from the Highland congregation on a Wednesday morning. It was snowing. It had been years since we'd seen a good snow like that one.Have you ever seen something ordinary and been transformed to a memory? I looked out my window this morning and was met with a soft white winter wonderland. Instantly: I had the feeling of my itchy wool coat that I desperately try to shield from my skin. The long fluffy scarf wrapped several times, mittens that make my hand three times bigger and inhibiting any useful function, and of course the boots that, try as I might, could never help me look like a lady. After all of this effort in preparing for the day, my cheeks still get rosy from the crisp air. The day culminates in me curling up in an ultra soft fleece blanket, hulled up in the house in the warm company of family. That's why I love snow in Pocatello...even when I'm house-bound!
I remember that well. We were so excited to have the change our move provided! We so looked forward to forging new friendships with our new "family". I too love the winters here in Pocatello. I love the feeling of the frigid air upon my face. Nothing fun about summer! Heat, sweat, humidity.....
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