It started snowing last night while I was asleep. Not a lot, only a few inches. It began with the howling, freight train sounding wind. Sugar was stuck close to me all night. This morning, the world is a wonder of whiteness and the confection sugar snow flies sideways past my window. Perhaps my apartment is a huge snow globe for the amusement of angels and the like.
The air is so white you think its cold, but it isn't really. Just snow blowing around a lot. I don't see the crocus shoots green against the brown earth this morning. Just pristine whiteness everywhere. The car is not buried and I can get away with wearing sneakers instead of boots. Already the warmth of day is sliding the packy snow from my car's roof plop onto the ground in mounds. Sugar dances around excitedly, but when the wind snuffles into her face, she dashes in circles trying to escape.
Not bad for the end of February. I still find snow fun and uplifting. An unusual winter indeed.
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