Thursday, January 16, 2014
I like the world when it snows. I like how the sounds are muffled and the night looks like the day.
I love the feeling of possibility.
Snow in small town Pennsylvania is not like snow in the big city. Snow in small town Pennsylvania is clean, immaculate and lightweight. It lures you to come out and play and then sticks to every fiber of your being. It's cold and dusty and irreverent.
And it's coming our way again this weekend.
This means I can wear the mice mittens that my mom bought for me ... when I turned 25. My mom is like that.