This one’s from yesterday. I was falling apart from the cold and snow and how we couldn’t get the car out—or was that this morning? All the days begin to feel the same in single digits! But when I walked out to scrape the windshield, something shifted. The frozen powder snow fell off the windows when I touched it. Ten degrees with no wind in the sun at seven thousand feet was almost comfy and glory lay all around. I just give up, you know? I just give up.