A Snowy Day

I had planned on going to the movies tonight, but Pennsylvania was covered in a thick blanket of white, and we finally had our first decent snow storm of the winter. Fuzzy flakes, big enough for a fairy to sleep on, floated down gently in the afternoon. Now, at 2:43 in the wee hours of Valentine's Day, Father Winter is showing his gruffer side, and the snow is coming down in small, sharp daggers—tiny, stinging ice-knives—and all the fairies have wisely hidden in warm burrows.

The doggies and I stayed snug with the heater on full blast, eating yummies and watching videos wrapped up in a big comforter. I do feel sorry for the little forest creatures out on a night like this and hope that they, too, have found safe havens from the storm.