I’m delighted at the possibility of a real snow. Last winter was an exercise in snow desolation. 2020 as a year has been misery-filled. The possibility of snow... real snow... and fierce winds swirling the snow into ethereal etchings in the air... It’s nice to feel pure joy and hope.
If we get at least five inches or more, I’m going to be outside every chance I get. I’ve missed the muffled silence snow brings... and the crisp crunch of fresh snow underfoot...