I recently spent some time on the east coast of the United States, and was terribly disappointed that not a hint of snow was to be had anywhere in my travels. I returned to California this past week, and of course, the snow fell upon the ground I had tread just a few days before. Sigh.
With the hopes of snow dancing in my head, I sketched this bleak midwinter scene on the back of an envelope I sent to a friend who is situated in a very cold, white place where the winters seem endless. Perhaps that was mean of me. I should have shared some of my sunshine instead.