The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? ~J.B. Priestley
What do I love about snow right this very minute? Sitting at the computer with my toes and cheeks and ears still thawing from our walk to Heine Brothers, a pile of wet shoes and boots blocking the front door. Listening to the floor creak above me, reminds me you are all home...even if one is packing, one is napping, and one is "re-bundling" to go practice bagpipes. I'm liking the noise for now.
