Snow is....the peace of Vince Guaraldi sounding through the shelter of the house, the ease of curling up with an extra mug of strong coffee and a good book or two or three in flannel pajamas and fuzzy slippers, the warmth of a pot of soup simmering on the stove, the comfort of homemade bread rising on the counter, the joy of watching the fat flakes fall fast to the ground, the tranquility of the pure and pristine blanket the crystals drape over the world, the revelry of rosy cheeked kids bounding through the banks and neighbors firing up snowblowers in fellowship, the contentment of a dense, chocolatey cup of cocoa topped with airy whipped cream, the calm of having to go nowhere, to do nothing as we wait out the storm and then brace ourselves for the real storm yet to come.
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