It snowed all day yesterday, one of those storms that sends lots of whirling flakes into the air to look all important and impressive, except that they never add up to anything. We had perhaps two inches on the ground when we went to bed, and it was supposed to stop around one in the morning.
It's still dark when I leave for work. When I
peeked out the window this morning, what I could see in the dimness
didn't look much different from the way it had last night. It wasn't
until I opened the door and stepped out into it that I realized: Hey, it's still snowing!
The world was fresh and crisp and quiet. It's the compensation for having to get up so freaking early.
snowed most of the morning, but still didn't amount to anything. A most
strange storm, but a welcome surprise. Sometimes when you open the door
and walk out, you walk into a little bit of magic.