I wake, after a restless night with Molly who was experiencing some intestinal discomfort, to the expected white on the ground. Gerry seems excited “there’s just enough to make the ground white” he says. He’s less enthusiastic after shoveling the driveway and reporting on heavy slush under the pristine white covering and elects not to go to the gym after all.
Children wearing winter gear slog through snow in front of our house on the way to school. Molly watches people shoveling their driveways across the street with rapt attention. Cars crunch their way through ruts. I pull on socks and an extra sweater. The season has shifted and it’s time to hunker down. I welcome the change.