Well I’ll be darned. (Not quite as earth shattering and requiring the expletive as when finding out you may be a Liberal.)
It’s snowing! There’s nothing quite like not expecting it and looking outside before it’s fully light to be surprised by that overused blanket of white we discussed months ago. It’s truly beautiful, softly changing the still greenish backyard lawn to tweed and then to a snowshoe hare convention. Lonely and quiet as if everything else knew enough to make the food rounds late last night and sleep in this morning. I’m the only one up. I’m the only one in this little space of time to see it.
I feel a story coming on.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology