debboamerik

It snowed a lot last night. I finished reading The Long Winter (believe it or not, some parts of the midwest got 11 feet of snow at a time in the winter of 1880-81). I had a cup of tea. I walked to CVS and back in the dark.

Today's Metro ride was incredibly beautiful. The trees were thickly coated with snow. Everything is beautiful when covered in snow. Even barbed wire is beautiful. The barbs glisten. They are rounded out and softened. I love the contrasts between the dark tree trunks, dark signs, dark fenceposts and the whiter-than-white snow. It was gorgeous, but even as I rode, the snow was slipping off the trees and chain-link fencing. The coating of snow is gone now. Much of the snow that was on the ground is gone, too, at least downtown (there's always more at home).

I love the way snow falls. It looks like the creation of the universe - or many universes. I love the way it feels under my boots. I love walking around in the snow. The air feels gentle, somehow. I'm sure this is partly because I'm a California girl, but I'd love to hear what others think. Canada? New England? Upstate New York? Do you guys still find snow this kind of beautiful?

We're in for another big storm this weekend - 13.7 inches of snow and 26 mph winds, last I checked. If the Metro is still open and by some foul chance we do not get