Peace

The snow, that started as sleet dropping on me on the way to work yesterday morning, has simply not stopped. The ground is too warm for it to stick much, save on branches and lawns. I'm sure it's much thicker just a few hundred feet up, to the Avenues and benches. Down here on the floor of the valley, it's never quite as deep. But the snow still drops. Rare to have such a persistent storm so early. The world has gone from gold to silver in a moment. Unlike last year, when we moved in January, unprepared for shoveling, or keeping warm, we were ready.



Salty, fluffy stuff, though. Not good building material. Lovely as it lies.

Let Moby go out, several times. Didn't even bother with the harness, no point. He never went off the porch. Got lightly snowed on while considering the possibility, ran back inside, shaking in disgust.

"This is all your fault."



He seems to relish watching the snow falling, as much as we do. And since I don't have to drive anywhere, I am contented. Peace has fallen over the house