Basically it looked like this all day. I love a good storm, so much more powerful than all of us, nothing we can control. I am told my grandfather used to say storms are frighteningly beautiful and they sure are, maybe it is the little element of danger coupled with the raw beauty that is so appealing. We had a great snow day, which also equates to slow day and slow is something our lives are short of. Thank you weather gods for this white gift!
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