Finally, A Snow Day

The front door of the coop as I trundled out to check on the girls this morning.

I had almost forgotten what snow was, with all these 50 and 60 degree days we've had this winter. 

We knew it was going to snow last night, not because Joe from Fox 4 had told us it would, but because the wind was completely dead and the air was crisp.  I don't know how to explain it, but I suspect you know what I'm talking about.  There's a certain crisp, cleanness to the air right before it snows.

I awoke this morning a little after 3 a.m. and begrudgingly fell out of bed to find the world blanketed in beautiful, quiet whiteness. Snow washes away all the dirt and grime of a dingy city and makes it look new again, even if only for a fleeting couple of hours.  It's a little big of magic in an otherwise mundane life.  Like the snowflakes hitting my face as I took the picture above.

To me, it's all a reminder to slow down, catch my breath, sit a spell...