Beautiful drive
I love driving. I love going for long road trips. Well, maybe not long, but just going for a long drive for a couple hours. There was snow in the mountains, the sun peaking through at times to glaze the ridges lines with frosted evergreen trees. I loved Steven's Pass, where we wound through canals of snow banks stacked high on either side of the highway. I had a lead foot yesterday, wanting to just fly, though a small part of me warned that some county sheriff would come chasing after me off some dirt road. The river flowed gurgling with clear glacier water through the valley. I watched it's every move flow with us, imagining where the fun spots for the wild rapids and the calm spots for floating in the warm water will be when I go rafting on it this summer. The stones by the river's edge were lined with multicolors, painted by the spirits of the waters through eternity. Then there were white fields of snow to either side, glowing in the dimness of the evening. Patches of fog strolled by us and through us. The sky was clear as a deep blue sea, spotted with cold pinpricks of shiny white stars. The moon was crisp and clear, blanketing the road and the fields with air crystals of moonlight. It will be a beautiful, magical night for my snowshoe hike if the moon stays that gorgeous when full and the clouds stay away. It made me want to go find a fairy ring and dance.