We’re up to our ears in the stuff. But one of the things I’ve begun to appreciate about living in the Snow Belt is the impossible, intoxicating quiet that comes with this weather. There’s such movement (the constant fall of flakes, branches sliding ever-lower from the weight of their new burdens), but it’s all somehow shrouded in silence.
In the heart of this gentle blizzard, I’m currently…
Drinking: endless cups of vanilla chai; plus a Belgian ale after-hours
Smelling: a whiff of the South from a magnolia candle on my desk
Thinking about: upcoming visits with some beloved friends
Craving: a blanket and my bed
Stay warm, wherever you may be!