Last Friday I awoke to the sound of dripping and cars on the wet street. Preparing myself for a day of rainy, slushy crappiness, I shimmied out from under my electric blanket to raise the blinds. And discovered a fairyland.
Rain the night before, followed by sticky snow, had coated everything with a layer of white fluff. Marshmallowy trees looked suddenly majestic, and bushes groaned under their cargo. There's something about a layer of snow that makes everything look...cleaner. Watching the hedge struggle with its white weight gave it new life in my eyes.
The best thing about being a kid in winter was lying in bed in the morning after a big snowfall, listening to the radio for the school closings, hearing your school on the list, and going back to sleep for another couple of hours. And then going outside and making a snow fort. Working at home means I can't play Snow Hooky (is that like Ice Hockey?), but I'm still looking forward to Wednesday night's Nor'easter. The sky has been white for 2 days already, and I've been cozying up in layers (current count: 4 on top, 2 on bottom). I'm ready. Let it snow!