Snow Day might be overstating it. It was “supposed” to be a wicked week, but it amounted to just a pathetic bit more than nothing. Cliff Mass, UW meteorologist, did warn last week that there was no reason to stand in line at the grocery store for 45 minutes just yet. But no one listened. I don’t think I was the only one secretly hoping to be snowed in for days. Or, in my case, not that secretly.
What a disappointment. The powers that be didn’t even delay school here, though they did in the surrounding villages. Centralia must have been in the snow shadow and Seattle got what was meant to be ours. (I am happy for my grandsons there, though.) Yesterday’s dusting didn’t even last until 9 AM. It’s colder today, so today’s offering isn’t so quick to fade, and it’s still sparkling in the sun as noon approaches, blowing off the trees like so much silver glitter.
I knew I would be sorry if I didn’t go out, but I really didn’t want to even get dressed. It was cozy by the electric fireplace with my ancestral WWII letters. I wanted to hang out with those folks some more. Maybe even build a real fire and pretend to be stranded on top of the hill. But I didn’t. I went out. And it was beautiful.
Come walk with me. You can stay by the fire.