I've taken a snow day today. That means I'm staying at home, in the warm, instead of trying to steer my car down two icy hills to work. I am very grateful that I get the opportunity to do that, with my laptop and my phoneline and all.
Meanwhile, out there, the world is white. Cars are caked in icing like it’s Christmas, and roof-tiles are dusted with sugar. Deep, dark tyre tracks carve across the road in sweeping circles, where those braver than me took their cars out while it was still dark.
Winter's quite beautiful, isn't it? One day I'd like to see those thick glassy icicles that hang from the corners of log cabins. I'd like to see them sparkle in the brilliant morning sunshine. I'd like to walk inside a blue glacier and peer through pure, perfect ice, or stand on a ridge and see a great frozen canyon, and snow-capped mountains rising above an ocean of morning fog.
In fact, it's times like these that I'd like to be into photography and be able to get out into the park and take pictures of frozen cobwebs or hexagonal snowflakes on hedgerows.
But I have work to do, of course. And anyway, it's warm in here, where I can see the snow tumbling softly outside my window.
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