It snowed here on Sunday for the first time this year. Even though it didn’t stick, there’s something special to me about staring out the window wrapped up in a blanket and watching the flakes drift by. It invokes that zen-like feeling that the world is moving in slow motion. It makes me excited for the morning after the first big snow storm hits. Everything is quiet. Still. Only the occasional sound of a snow plow on the street blocking your driveway off or your neighbor swearing at his new snow blower that won’t start. Mother nature has stepped in today to remind everyone, “Hey, I’m in control here. Might as well just go back inside, make some hot cocoa, and chill the ‘eff out today ’cause ya’ll ain’t going nowhere.”

