it snowed the other day. and for just a minute, i was really excited about it. i opened the blinds and saw a fresh blanked of white over the street and the grass and it made the ugly texas landscape look like magic. and i hurried and got ava out of her bed and showed her the snow and she was completely indifferent, like she sees snow every single day of her life. mind you, she had never ever seen snow. that indifference reminded me that snow is terrible. and cold. and terrifying to drive in. and that snow means that i won't feel any warm sunshine on my skin that day. and then that reminded me that i haven't felt any warm sunshine on my skin for quite some time now. and yikes. that hurts.
seasonal depression is real. when i was in college at byu, i tanned. in the bed. and hate on it all you want, but there is something about warmth on your skin that makes you feel a little bit better about life.
these photos were taken on a cold day. freezing cold. a day where my skin missed the sun a whole lot.
but see that luminous glow on my legs? that healthy sun-kissed radiance? that's from a bottle. this is great stuff. even on the saddest, sun-deprived skin.