Snow

I climb down out of bed (yes, it's lofted, so I am six feet off the ground, and three from the ceiling).

My roommate exclaims, "Kelly! Open the curtains!"

Thinking to myself that it must be, of course, snowing, I peek outside.

Yes indeed.

Light, wispy snowflakes dancing in the cold morning air; a white dusting on the ground, on the rooftops, and on tree branches (probably).



Aren't all first snowfalls pretty?

(Yes.)

So I take a picture looking out my window. Literally.

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