Four inches of snow fell overnight—
beautiful, white, fluffy, pristine,
first real snowfall of the season,
and the plows and salt-spreaders
have been driving by our house
since about 6:00 a.m., when no
one else seemed up and about.
At age six, I would have wanted
to play outside; at age 64, I want
to gaze through the windows
and marvel at the beauty of all.
