There is little more to be said about the pleasures of a falling snow on an already beautiful land. Silent outside except for the sound of birds at the feeder, no traffic on my road except for the rare plow and the sound of the furnace going on occasionally. Tomorrow when we get back to the usual it will be different, but for these few hours, it is a reverie on the pleasures of home.
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