As much as I am ready for winter to just get the heck outta here already, I cannot help but be fascinated by the forms that snow can take. A very small portion of the snow storm that has buried our nation’s capital swept through here on its way. The worst part was the wind: low visibility, massive drifts, you get the idea. However, upon waking the next morning to a sunny, blue sky, I was struck by the roofline, where the snow had cascaded over the edge but not fallen, appearing as a gorgeous blanket drifting across our house.
I know, I know: our Christmas lights are still up. Whatever.