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The other morning, feathery puffs fell from the sky. Our first snow of the year. And now sticks of ice cling to the edges of roofs.
It has been a while since I've seen a proper icicle.
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The children could not resist and insisted I snap off more than a few.
Marvelous things, icicles. The snow quite lovely as well.
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The snow, now crunchy and riddled with holes down to the grass where footsteps fell, still holds a bit of magic. The children even now rush to the window to see what remains.
As for me, I can not help but step out into the clean winter air in the wee hours to see the glow, to hear the peace...