Sunday, January 3, 2010
Perfect snow, falling in big lazy flakes. The kind that makes me sit at the window and sigh as I watch it fall. The kind that makes Logan put on three layers of clothing so he and Cameron can go sledding and makes Ben pull the covers over his head. The kind that makes Oreo run back into the house very fast and Cinder run in circles biting at it. The kind that compels my control-freak neighbors from Alabama (on the snow-free gulf) to shovel their drive and walkway at dawn's first light, then watch the plow come and heap it back at the foot of their driveway and run back out to shovel again, go eat breakfast, come back out to see another inch has fallen, and shovel again.