Snow. Moving in...settling on the play set, back porch railing. Continually Jeff meanders to the patio door, stares out, and exclaims, "holy wow!" as though we had never had such invasion of white fluffy-ness in this region. Ironically our son, who has been praying for more snow since last it left, sleeps. Snow, sun, rain - it matters little to me which presents itself as there's beauty in it all. Although I secretly (or not so secretly now that I have written it here) wonder if the skiff of it would allow for absenteeism at work (I do have to drive about 10 minutes into rural abyss to get there after all)?
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