Ahh. Friday. 5pm. It's time to go home.
Snow has been falling ~~~ all day long.
The kind of snow that says, "Won't you come out and play?"
|View from the eastern side of the river --- looking towards the Federal Courthouse where I work|
Yes. Yes I will!
Ahh. The Crisp. Freshness.
Clinging to the ground in a thick carpet. Not the thinly veiled, soft, floaty-flimsy, hit-the-ground-as-you-melt snow...
Thick. Wet. Heavy. Pure. Sooo Soft.
And So Quiet.
All dressed up for the Spring Prom...
"Won't you come out and enjoy while I'm all dressed up for you?"
Yes! I will ...
Stop being in a hurry.
I will stop.