The sun peeked out for the first time in well over a week. The snow glittered, the neighborhood looked actually pretty, and I went outside to frolic like a preschooler.
I bundled up in all my New England winter gear, of course--snowpants, boots, thick socks, double-layered LL Bean gloves, the works.
I ate snow, and made a snow angel because the snow wasn't sticky enough to make a snowman.
I wandered around to the hedges between the two apartment buildings and found a lovely cave area tucked away beside the office building.
I crawled in, of course.
And discovered what the view would be like for any dead bodies I need to hide, if dead bodies could see.
Picasa decided to add a falling snow effect to this one and I ain't complaining
We also have train tracks right above our apartment. You get used to it...
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
(I also basked in the sun on the carpet like a cat afterwards. Our next destination may have to be sunny.)
