My bedroom seemed too bright this morning and as I passed the window I saw why. Snow covered the surface of everything outside, acting like a bright white light reflector. It was snowing hard when I woke up and continued for hours. It was no surprise – yesterday the usual Friday afternoon office conversation starter, “You got any plans for the weekend” came with a suffix: “with the big snow storm coming?” On the way home from work, I stocked up on fresh root vegetables. I love warming up with house by cooking soups.
I did just that and little else. Actually, cooking Cream of Carrot soup was the only break I took from laying on the couch, reading. Wrapped in a blanket most of the day, I embraced captivity. I managed a shower around 9pm, only to put on a fresh set of pajamas and finish the book.
Today I am grateful for the first snow storm of the year: its freshness and the fact that winter still has some charm.