Winter...I miss it so. Many people think I am crazy for loving the weather here in the Northwest. "I don't know how you handle nine months of gray skies," they tell me. I don't either, but I love it. Unfortunately, where I am at, there is an abundant shortage of snow in the winter months.

Being raised in Montana was a true gift. While living in Bozeman, I could wake up, look out the window, see snow falling, and say, "I'm going to the mountain today." Looking into my cup of coffee today, I was brought right back to the snowy mountains. If you want to get into my mindset while I progressed with this illustration, download and listen to this song: Spirit of Life, by Blackmill.

There is nothing more pure than a fresh bed of powder. I get lost in the tranquility of it all, a vast expanse of blues, lavenders and silvery whites. Surfing through freshly fallen snow, spraying waves of glistening powder into the muffled atmosphere. The crisp feeling of the mountain air as it rushes by, reaching speeds that send adrenaline coursing through my veins, yet I feel nothing but serenity. 

Yes, winter, I miss you so. Maybe my coffee is telling me something. I need to take a trip to the mountains next week...