My parents property

Growing up in Wyoming, I didn't think about the snow, the ice, or the cold days.  I didn't think about the temperatures that kept us inside for a week a time.  The wind that would blow and the roads that are always closed.

Moving away and going back over Christmas reminds me of all of this.  Bryan and I always laugh about that first winter we endured together when we first moved back.  We froze and couldn't believe how cold it really was.

But, the beauty within the cold still makes me yearn for home.  Even in the middle of winter.

The stillness along the river

 

The sunrise in the morning

Nothing beats a Wyoming sunrise