I was walking down to the store to pick up some milk for my cereal tomorrow and the wind was snatching at me as I walked. It pushed me around with such force, that I almost didn’t notice the tiny white flakes swirling about me. It’s the sort of snow that you can’t see inside, only when you are in it do the specks of white dance close enough to watch. I’m back home now, and the sun is streaming through my living room window, so I have to imagine that it’s really snowing.

I’ve just realized that I can listen to OPB streaming on the web. The sky has opened and angles have come out to sing Hosannahs. I did not realize how much I’ve mentioned NPR.