Snow is a beautiful thing. Soft and quiet - it turns the night sky a pale pinkish gray and makes me feel a little giddy. We haven't had a winter like this in years, and I can't remember ever having two such massive storms fall back to back such as we've had this past week.
I'm lucky to be watching the flakes fall from inside my home, wood stove roaring, and tea warming on the stove top - keeping fingers crossed that the power does not go out (again).
Curiously, being house-bound in waist-high snow has the feel of childhood slumber parties, and the urge to spend more time than I care to admit in front of the television watching movies and indulging in ice cream (brrrrrr!) and other snackish bites is hard to ignore. It's a little holiday.