So it snowed in our little stretch of the woods. And it’s beautiful.
It’s all over the roads and the trees and the grass. It’s covered the cars and the outdoor tables and covered walkways.
Snow makes everything quiet. Like the earth pulls and white blanket over its head and takes a nap.
And even if classes aren’t cancelled tomorrow afternoon, the snow was worth the beauty of it. Worth the excitement of hurrying home and snuggling deep in a pile of blankets with my reading of choice.
Every so often, we’re given exactly what we wish for.