Ithaca, New York has had more than its share of snow and ice this winter. With it has come copious amounts of salt on the roads, especially the steep ones. In fact, our three year old has mistaken big, white, salt splotches as clouds on the ground.
As I biked home up one of those infamous hills today, I could taste the salt on my tongue. I realized how truly saturated I am with winter… and life.
What can we do when we have reached saturation?