Snowsnowsnowsnowsnow!

Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I'd be interested to know why the universe seems to have decided that it's Be Nice to BreadandRoses Week. We never get storms like this before New Year's, even when I lived further north. But there were at least 6 inches of lovely powdery snow, with more falling, when I woke up this morning. All the streets had that peculiar brightness and hush, and there were perfectly symmetrical rings on the edges of trash cans and stone fountains. I walked all the way to the Metro with my umbrella in my hand before it even occurred to me to open it.

Yay snow! (Can you tell I'm five again?)