The snow treats the streets and trees as canvas, and paints in swirls and drifts of fluffy white.
Strong coffee, warm muffins, flannel PJ's, and silence. Oh, and solitary writing time.
Ah, the joys of working from home.
WAIT A MINUTE. What's this you say?
The schools are all closed too?
Did I just say quiet--and alone? NOT.
Oh well- it was a darn good dream ;-)