Wednesday, March 4, 2015
We have slowly been adding elements to our bedroom that assist in the creation of a caved, oasis-- shielding my eyes from the light of day to postpone the morning for as long as I can, encouraging a deep slumber.
But there is no stopping the bright, white, snow light. There is nothing like it. I'm pretty sure the fact that I almost always have off work when it snows furthers my love for a good snow. Every year as the first few flakes begin to fall, I make a point of it to take a little stroll enjoying the floating, white flakes as they descend towards the ground. But here we are, at the beginning of March on my eleventh snow day- so I'm simply going to stay put, bundled up with coffee, a book, and my dogs -- simply a captive audience for the snow dance.