Sleep was difficult to find last night in Slum Castle. Around 2:15 I gave up completely and decided to take a moment to admire the fresh snow that had fallen and was very quickly melting. I love a good dusting (or dumping) of snow. I love the way it makes the world so quiet and the sky looks as if it's glowing, even in the middle of the night. And the smell after a fresh snowfall is wonderfull- kind of sweet but you can actually smell the cold, the crispness of the snow, the icicles.
Winter is a majestic time of year. As grateful as I am for this mild winter, I could do with a snow day. After all, there is nothing cozier than being snowed in with a pot of hot coffee and a good book. Am I right?