Wet Rock

There is no smell in the world quite so wonderful to me as wet stone.  Waking up to a grey day is intensely invigorating.


I love the weather here; the snow has been coming down all day, and it’s magical outside.  I could deal with a lovely long winter, I think; though this has had days like hiking in a t-shirt on my birthday (January 19) and an interlude in Africa… Speaking of which, I hope people have liked …


Wow, what a way to wake up.  Zero to sixty, as it were.  A guaranteed way to have me feel awake on the greyest of days is to have snow, snow and more snow coming down.