party time

After a two-day warm spell that discouraged my roommates from skiing on the last day of Homestead’s season, it started snowing. A few flakes fell. Seconds later, the snow was so thick, the drive was covered. A few hours later, we had to push 8 inches off the car to go to dinner. By the time we got back, all my pathways were invisible. And it was still coming down. Party in the snow confetti! I tried to run along the paths I’d been traveling for weeks, intending to bound gazelle-like covered in a dusting of northern fairy dust. Leaping through at least a foot of snow wasn’t the graceful ballet that I expected. Rather more a combination of elephant and frog jumping. Nonetheless, we celebrated, marveling at the depth and wondering how long the storm could last. And then someone mentioned the snowblower. Sigh. Every party has one …

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