When I left the house this morning, I followed my roommate’s ski tracks to the park. On the way, I ran into a couple other skiers. And kids on sleds. And dogs bounding gleefully.
I joyfully arose from my bed this morning at 7:30 upon hearing the wonderful word: snow. The dear roommate and I ate our waffles, drank our coffee, and suited up. She headed out to the park and then I followed, snow piling up on my scarf and hood. I would have picture, because everything is perfect and pristine, with the snow filling in footprints and car tracks almost as soon as they’re made, but I didn’t want my camera to be covered in snow. My ginormous and warm work parka made me feel like the kid in A Christmas Story. I could almost put my arms down. I made a snow angel for the first time in a million years.
Now we’re inside warming up. More skiers just went past. Kids are roaming the streets with snowballs and snow discs and cackling maniacally.
Classic snow day. Good thing I made beef stew yesterday and stocked up on cream for the coffee.