The day started out like a moody painting, but quiet and pretty like that can be.
Tom was out of the studio with errands and upon his return he mentioned the snow was coming down. I’d been absorbed in the screen and hadn’t seen the gray-white blur obscuring the landscape out the window. I immediately went into mild freakout I-don’t-like-to-drive-in-snow mode and packed up for the day. In the back of my mind I knew I at least had the makings for lunch and dinner, secretly hoping it would turn into a nice big snowstorm.
That didn’t happen, but I figure it will soon enough.