The snow on the hillsides has been tickled
with the Chinook winds this week.
No human intervention.
It always reminds me of a sandy beach,
apart from the lack of ocean
and no trace of soaring temperatures I guess.
The sun shines and the warm winds tease the snow
to melting point, carving away tiny little caves and crevices - and then it freezes again overnight.
And I am tall and skinny, if only for about half an hour
(yes, it felt good).