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Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow!
Not even December yet and we're getting a lovely snow! It's coming down like rain outside, fast and small and numerous. There were a couple of other little snows earlier this fall, but they were light and didn't last. This one looks like it will stick. I wish I had a camera so I could show you guys a picture. It's all white and brown and beautiful outside.
The apartments where I live are situated around a pond, oblong and vaguely kidney-shaped, with a fountain at each end, and that's been frozen over long enough for it all to be a sheet of white now under the snow. The tree right outside my third-floor balcony still has leaves clinging, dark reddish brown, some branches even crouched over my railing like gossiping neighbors, and now the leaves all are draped with snow, too, like frosted cookies (though sadly inedible), the dark gray trunk behind and the clear white sky beyond it. The colors are all very harmonious and soothing. I could fall asleep looking at it. Everything is quiet and hushed. It hardly feels like a city at all. Oh, snowy Sunday morning, you are a lovely, lovely thing.
SNOW!
Not even December yet and we're getting a lovely snow! It's coming down like rain outside, fast and small and numerous. There were a couple of other little snows earlier this fall, but they were light and didn't last. This one looks like it will stick. I wish I had a camera so I could show you guys a picture. It's all white and brown and beautiful outside.
The apartments where I live are situated around a pond, oblong and vaguely kidney-shaped, with a fountain at each end, and that's been frozen over long enough for it all to be a sheet of white now under the snow. The tree right outside my third-floor balcony still has leaves clinging, dark reddish brown, some branches even crouched over my railing like gossiping neighbors, and now the leaves all are draped with snow, too, like frosted cookies (though sadly inedible), the dark gray trunk behind and the clear white sky beyond it. The colors are all very harmonious and soothing. I could fall asleep looking at it. Everything is quiet and hushed. It hardly feels like a city at all. Oh, snowy Sunday morning, you are a lovely, lovely thing.
SNOW!
