Nighttime Snow

There is something magical about going to bed when the first flakes start flying. You’re all cozy in bed, snuggled up with a book… dreamily watching the white stuff coming down in that eery nighttime way – where you can only really see it through the street lamp light, but you can just feel it swirling all around your house.

Oh, who am I kidding? – I am sure it’s more to do with the residual excitement from childhood about the possibility of having the day off tomorrow.

But alas, the snow is not deep enough this morning to cancel anything… but just enough to make for a slick and slippery commute. Whoop-dee-doo for Mother Nature.

UPDATE: I know it’s been an absolute Bryan Lovefest this week – but watching him sneakily shovel the little old lady’s driveway across the street makes my heart go thump thump.