Swirling, drifting, moving like sand, it came down this afternoon in a fury of wind and cold. None of it is sticking to the ground, but I smiled nonetheless. I swear I was cursed by every person who saw me happy for the snow.
And now to carve pumpkins with the babes and maybe get some more knitting in before bed. There’s a raw feeling in my throat that bodes no good, so my plans to lift weigths at long last again are being shutdown.