A Cold Walk

I had forgotten that, for me, having scraggly eyebrows is a cue to enter a deep depression.  Well, as deep of a depression as bushy eyebrows can be.  This morning I called my salon asking to be squeezed in for a haircut and eyebrow arch.  No go.  I begged for just the eyebrows.  30 minutes later I was walking up our snow covered street.  I was the first person to walk on the sidewalks.  Pure snow stretched in front of me and only my footprints were behind me.  It was quiet with just the sound of crunching snow keeping me company.  A cat had passed through before me and left the most perfect print.  

It was a magical morning.   Both the quiet and eyebrow shaping were much needed.