The snow has taken over the west coast and the coast of Maine. Snow- beautiful, cold, cushy, playful snow. The kind of snow that keeps you inside baking cookies or begs you to come outside and dive head first into the depth of it. The kind of snow that I wait the entire year for- patiently praying in the middle of July, making promises to the snow gods each fall. I even got married outside in the snow, offering up my holy matrimony as a gracious sacrifice for the almighty snow gods.
The snow has taken over the west coast and the coast of Maine. Unfortunately, I am in Massachusetts.