At this household we are celebrating.
The snow started yesterday, making travel from school to the hockey tournament painfully slow. We made it safely home, but by 9 pm the snow had stopped. The child went to bed, worried. Our nighttime prayer: Please please please let it snow. Let tomorrow be a snow day!
At dawn it started again! The email arrived: no school! A miracle.
The sky celebrated by glowing mauve and the fallen snow followed suit.
Then the clouds closed in and the snow began to fall in earnest. We went out right away, of course.
The day turned to black and white with all its edges blurred. The trees at the park overlooking the lake reached out their arms to their old friend winter.