Laughing into the wind calls up
summer sunshine and smiles
dusty roads and wildflowers
Winter laughter is seldom into the wind ~ Too darn cold! Nose hairs freeze and laughter hangs in the air like icicles.
Only when toque and scarves and parka and mitts and boots are doffed in haste is there room for laughter and hot chocolate!
“In the depths of winter, I finally learned
that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
~ Albert Camus
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