Musings on a Nashville snow day…

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No one told me flying south for the winter would take me somewhere colder than England.

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Then again, there’s something so peaceful about walking alone down a frozen street – I’m pretty sure Elsa was just here working her ice-skills.

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While I really miss Bali in these temperatures I’m also very grateful to be able to see the magic in somewhere new.

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Icicles hang from bus stop signs and dustbins, like abandoned Christmas decorations in a ghost town.

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I spoke to a man smoking a cigarette in a doorway. “Lovely weather!” I called, and he smiled, waved me on, like I was a crazy person for even being outside.

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But the cold is just as heartwarming as the heat sometimes…

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There’s magic in the shadows.

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Promises, frozen in time.

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Mystery under the skin of it.

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Anything’s a possibility.

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And besides…

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After winter, there is always spring.

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And after spring…

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Comes summer.

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