The mountains fascinate me. Majestic, powerful, foreboding, fun, beautiful – there are many ways to describe mountains. In 2013 I spent Easter weekend in the Bavarian Alps. I had previously only been there in the summer months, and it was (un)surprisingly a completely different world. The snow really changes the landscape and the mountains looked more beautiful than ever – when you could see them. It was cloudy most of the time, but the owner of the B&B said that if you drive through a certain pass to Grän, Austria, it would be less cloudy. She knew her microclimates because the mountains poked through the clouds and the sun did as well.
It finally snowed a bit this week. It was only a few flurries, but it still brought a smile to my face. I love snow. I have a lot of good memories associated with snowstorms – listening to the radio to find out of school was closed, building forts in the snow, hot chocolate. To this day I still turn into a kid when it snows. And I even enjoy shoveling snow. I find winter to be so much more enjoyable when the landscape is covered in white, as the brightness of the snow takes away from the dreary darkness of winter.