Night snow. Steadily it falls... I wonder about sleeping in, sipping hot chocolate, reading one of my new books, and then with a loud rattle, our furnace comes on, I shrug my sweater a little closer, and realize that a holiday tomorrow is unlikely. But the city will be beautiful in the morning.


a very imaginative depiction of snow.
it's like looking through a tiny window...
good morning!

the rattle of the furnace is a sound I love to hear
and I'm grateful I don't live in a teepee

Modern life has us so coddled, when we can look through a glass window at snow.

Love your pictures during your vacation. You were in the same state as the U S President :)



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