Birthday dinner was postponed by Winter Storm Warning Number Four. There's 8 inches of new powder. The skis tunnel under the snow like moles in our yard in the spring, just below the visible surface, only with straighter furrows.
Before the wind starts to blow, the woods are "lovely, dark and deep".
Dante's tonight for hot pasta and a roaring fire.
Thought it was "lovely, dark, and deep" but now that I see it as "lovely, dark and deep" I get it. Bing!! Eureka!!! My eyes were open, but did not see....
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