There's a romance about a snow-clad day like today. A carpet of fresh snow greets my morning. A sudden hush envelopes the world. There's not a stir on the road outside, not even an intrepid squirrel. The reverential silence fills my heart with an inexplicable gladness.
The garden is a layer of white icing. Benevolent cotton clouds glisten on the shrubs. The old shed at the corner sits revived with a fresh white canopy. I saunter around, admiring the Christmas-card effect.
M and I use the transport chaos to work from home. At about 11ish, we get into a snow fight while making an out-of-shape snowman.
Then, I hear the laughter of children. A car or two zooms by.
It's one of those God's in His heaven, all's right with the world day.