Yesterday it was slight frostiness over elevated areas… maybe a wee sprinkiling of flakes over the last week… today it’s meter-high drifts and cancelled everything. No school, no work. Everyone stay home and hibernate.
I love snow days. I love the surprise holiday. I love the sudden necessity to put off all urgent things. I love the excuse to laze in bed until noon, or later, and the complete and utter lack of reasons to get out of my cozy pajamas. I love the big pancake or crepe breakfast, and the possibility that I could, if I so chose, just curl back up in bed with a book and a flashlight and not get out again until the next morning. I love how life grinds to a halt, and all the little relaxing things we’ve been putting off for weeks or months are suddenly the only sensible things to do.