We got about 6-8 inches of snow today, and, while the heaviest stuff is done, it's not over yet. Since I don't have any plans for leaving the house, I say "bring it on". We were out when it started, and I realized it must be at least two years since I've been outside while it's snowing - probably a lot longer than that, but I know I wouldn't have done it purposefully last winter, and I can't think of any that might have happened otherwise. Today it was just coming back into the house at the very beginning of the storm, with about an inch down, all white, crisp and powdery.
It's a fresh kind of feeling, at first. Everything's so quiet and hushed.
Nature and I were never bosom buddies, but there are times I miss simply being able to go out and just be. To feel snowflakes melt as they hit my cheeks or to watch clouds float by in a bright summer sky.
So although I was soaked through getting the 40 feet from the driveway to the door, it was kind of refreshing - something different to add to my day.
And then I got to watch everybody else from inside with all my heating pads and blankets, so that's pretty damn good too.
See you later, alligators. I'm off to watch the wind die down.