Snow Days

I have a snow day. I love it. When I was little we had lots of storms and would have several snow days a year. I loved them. We would go outside and play. Mom would be home. The house would feel so warm and cozy and safe against the wild elements. I loved those days. And today we have been blessed with one.

My office closed early. I am sitting in my loft, the fire going, a glass of red wine. I am going to clean out my closets. There is something wonderfully ironic and romantic about getting rid of your winter clothes, the ones that have hung in the closet all season, and you never wore them. Plus you try on your spring things just to see how they still look. Which items are keepers and which ones are "what were you thinking".

Piles get created. Keep. Maybe. Go. There is a little lift in your step as you think about spring watching the snow swirling outside your window and the city slowly being blanketed by mother nature. It is a gentle but firm blanket today. I guess she's in a good mood. Who knows how she will wake up tomorrow.