Morning Coffee

In Oregon, you get used to weather predictions about snow failing short 9 times out of 10. So Saturday night was no different for me. We were told snow was on its way, I kept hoping and wishing as I typically due, prepared to be let down in the morning. 

Then 7am rolled around. I was groggy but couldn't sleep, so I took myself to the coffee maker and noticed this white gleam coming through all the windows. It happened. Snow, beautiful snow. Granted, we only had less than an inch, but for these parts that's pretty damn good. 

I filled my coffee mug, grabbed my phone (which substitutes as my camera for the time being), bundled up and went outside. 

 With the sun breaking out from the clouds, the snow looked pristine and perfect. I just stood there, taking it all in, absorbing the icy air into my lungs, savoring the moment, morning coffee in hand.