Tonight, snow is moving horizontally through the backyard lights. The wind would whip it up into a blur, white lines streaking through the air. Then flakes slow down and dance around right in front of me. I feel suspended in a magical life-size snowglobe. Stood in the doorway, laughing out loud. Snow flurries through the door. Pica got lost in snow coming up the back stairs, howling for help. David just came in from shoveling 7 inches of the white stuff off the front stairs. Crazy.
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