Woke up to this fluffy bit of snow, as insubstantial as a puff of smoke, but more beautiful, of course. Wishing I could invoke the boot trudging storms of my childhood, of snowman making ilk. Sturdy, cover the ground for days kind of snow. But alas, this is all we’ve got. I’ll take it for its beauty and keep wishing for more.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!