Dear Snow

So pretty when you fall. Especially here in the city when the roads are empty and the light is bright and the sounds are few. a Week and a half later remaining bitter cold,, you are finally starting to recede, just a teeny bit. Albeit it lots of dog pee isn’t so pleasant to look at. My yard is still deeply packed in, with little messing with the pristine white. There are still a few cars covered and it has me believing they are enjoying a slower pace of life.