L M N O P

The crush of paperwork and reading from college has precluded any. thing. else. during this semester, much of it accountable to a dedicated lack of organization. My television isn't working, the cell phone has not been seen in two months, and the windows on my car are up, forever. Thank goodness for the sun roof, which I take as an overall commentary on life. When it gets tough, look up.

Today has been declared a snow day for the school system, so before the finishing polish is added to the master's project, I am visiting Dreamville.

The snow fell continually on the first day of my second-favorite month of the year, in pretty, circling flurries, a postcard from Mom Nature. The kids appreciated it, and would emit squeak noises from time to time when the flakes thickened, look, look, look at that (no, look up HERE, singular possessive nouns, hey!). It subsided until after dark. If you put a spoon under your pillow, it is rumored to affect the outcome of having a snow day from school. Thank you, Spoonster, where ever you are.

I woke around four to silence. This is a Sign. Living next to an elevated highway is clamorous unless there has been snow, which muffles running tire treads, this was quiet, no traffic whatsoever. I blinked hope and upon opening an eye, noticed the room was glowing orange. This is also good; similar to reading cirrus clouds and knowing that they bring precipitation soon, the orange is reflection of the sodium-vapor street lamps upon the airborne snowflakes,which then haunts the room with a surreal vision like you are living next to a huge warehouse fire. Snow was still falling; a plow blade scraped by, the early train sounded it's horn before entering the tunnel. It looked messy outside, but not impossible.

As much as NPR is a mainstay of the morning alarm system, they don't report school closings like the local rock station. and it is there that the news was broadcast first. That is also where the first description of what was happening elsewhere came to vision, that people no further than a stone's throw away were socked in, stuck overnight on the thruway, complete with jack knifed semis. I am grateful to be safe home.

Sleep well, sleep warm, sleep knowing that you are.