The sky is clear, the stars are sharp, and the air has that hushed winter stillness that is so loud. Extremely loud. IYKYK. The yard tells a different story. Tonight the machines are parked like they are sleeping, fresh tracks in the dirt, and fresh straw laid down to try to prevent massive run off.
I have no clue when the landscaper is coming to pick up his equipment. It's been over a week since it's been parked and with the ice #storm coming, doubt he gets it anytime soon. Weird trust.
Weβre trying to stay one step ahead of the aftermath of an epic one-in-a-lifetime ice storm (melting, lots of melting) by grading, moving, fixing, prepping because once the ice melts everything changes. Right now itβs peacefulβ¦ but you can almost feel the storm gathering in the distance. I know it's headed our way but, dang, it's eerie tonight.
The quiet moments between the chaos.
The kind where I pause, look up, and remember that I chose this #mountain life. π€π²
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