Enjoying the Whether...

I tend to not be sentimental about too many things, but one thing that gets me into that nostalgic, romantic place is a night of heavy snowfall. Last night in Atlanta was just such a night. Growing up in Michigan, it was very common to have many nights like this, starting anywhere in October and ending sometimes as late as March or Early April. But the really good ones would always occur around New Years and into January. It was by the light of these night skies that I would annually select my goals for the new year, sitting near a Christmas tree (we left them up until February in MI). You see, when the sky completely blanketed by falling snow, it lights up quite stunningly, almost as if the low-lying clouds are taking all the lights from houses and street lamps and assimilating it into their glow.
Today my wife and I wandered about our neighborhood, stomping through the thin icy exterior of soft powdery drifts, enjoying a rare snow day in the deep South. Children around us played in the snow, making animal shapes from pieces of broken iceplate, gathering memories that might have to suffice for the next several years' worth of winters. Considering that we both work at a restaurant, closings are rare indeed, and to be highly prized. Tomorrow promises to be more of the same, which could mean another 24 hours of pajamas, hot cocoa and embellishing our 'snow Caesar' which is currently lording over the rear end of my wife's Saturn. Seriously, it even has the laurels. Only when you're bored...
As I said, the romantic bug has hit me. I made sure to do all the best stuff, including playing a board game, reading by firelight, throwing a snowball and preparing the taxes. I realize that last one seems out of place, but if you knew me, you would realize that it is pure Don Juan. I've basically melted like almostbutter on Ezekiel bread. My cat is even nesting on me, which only happens when I manage to feel softer than the fleece throws which drape over our all of our living room furniture. They except no imitations, and they are wise beyond their lives. Would that we all were...

This has been brought to you under the influence of Frontera Cabernet Sauvignon, a fine Chilean vintage.