I sat for a while, sipping and watching the snow come down. It was lovely as long as you weren’t thinking of spring.
It happened. I’m not proud of it. But I can’t deny it. Don’t judge me, OK?
Though a foot of ice held me suspended over 30 feet of water, it felt just like winter camping on snow. I snuggled into my toasty bag and fell asleep quickly. Not long afterward, the parade started.