snow

I live about 100 yards from the highway. Slipping in and out of sleep overnight Saturday on into the morning I could hear the dull scraping of the lonely plows clearing the road.

A glow from the outside washed the inside of the living room even before I opened the blinds. When I opened them I saw a painted landscape. Snow! At last! I grabbed the camera and went out. I fell down. You can see the mark in the photo just above the date. I didn't care. Yes, that's only because no one was around to witness.

Children are throwing snowballs and laughing. The deathly silence that usually engulfs the neighborhood is gone. I'm drinking hot coffee and looking out.

Life can be good sometimes.