It was snowing when I left for work at 12:30, and it's snowing even harder right now. Coming up the street to my house, I was struck by how lovely everything looked. Tree branches, roofs, car windshields, all covered with just an inch or two of whiteness. The street was completely silent but for the occasional car and the slish slish slish of my bike tires rolling through the slush, and scattered lampposts softly lit the way home.
I feel like I've stepped into a poem.
(Happy birthday, inquibbler. Hope you had a good one. ^_^)