A Winter's... Trail

You read that right, "trail" with an "R".

It's Valentine's Day (well the day after), and I find myself alone.

You see, last weekend when my husband and I were out trail-riding (on the snowmobile) we ran into a group of friends.  The guys were planning a trip to drive their sleds from West Bend to St. Germaine.  A trip that would cover over 300 miles.

Tom looked liked a puppy dog does when he wants to go for a ride in the car.  How can you resist that face?  When he was invited along, I just looked into his eyes and said, "well of course you should go!"

Heavy sigh.

So Friday morning we were both up early.  He showered and got his gear on and I found myself standing outside in the garage in my robe and coffee cup, kissing my husband goodbye.  He hopped on his sled and zoomed off into the early, morning dawn.

It was Valentine's Day and my beloved Valentine wasn't around to kiss or hug.

However the day was still wonderful.  The sun came out which made our snow-covered landscape beautiful and sparkly.

Bailey and went for a long car ride after I got home from work.  As we made our through the farmland, the moon began its ascent.  It was a full moon, and it was stunning tonight.  It was white and crisp and gigantic on the horizon.  "Bella Luna."  It stood out so magnificently against the darkening, cerulean sky.  It made the perfect romantic backdrop for the day.

Later in the evening, I hooked up with a friend whose husband was absent as well.  We spent the evening in the lounge at our local ski hill - watching snowboarders and skiers make their way down the hill.  There was a crowd intent on watching the Olympic athletes compete in Sochi, Russia. When you're into winter sports it's not difficult to get into the action - cheering when they win - analyzing what went wrong when they don't.

As the group around the bar's TV grew larger, each discussed their Valentine stories.  Love won, love lost, and love yet to be discovered.

I'm OK with my husband not being around today, because I know he's doing what he loves.  If he's happy, I'm happy... and I'm happy.  I found inspiration and got to write about a winter's tale.