...that make me want to hop in the car, drive to the mountain, and ski all day. (Of course, that is so not happening, unfortunately!)
When I woke up and looked out the window of the baby's room this morning, the Cascades were silhouetted against the brightening sky. It was perfectly clear, and it's one of those mornings that just looked cold. It was gorgeous!
Now, it's bright and crisp and clear and brisk. I remember once, in my journal back when I was in high school, calling this a "fall on the edge of winter day." And although today is definitely leaning toward the winter end of things, that phrase still comes to mind.