Sometime around 6:30 this morning, on our last lap around the townlet, small stinging flakes started falling. By the time I left home for work, the ground was starting to turn white. I assume that this is not a big snowfall, but the world is quite beautiful during these early storms, quiet, monochromatic, spare, reflective.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
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