This morning (or actually, noontime..) I woke up and saw white. My blinds were open from the night before and the bright daylight with the reflections of snow shone inside. The snow was thick. I've never seen this kind of snow, at least not at the beginning of December anyways. I think we've gone without a white Christmas for three years now.
I left my house for work, attempting to drive through the heavy layer of snow on our streets. I saw a man walking his dog. That dog was one of those small dogs. It was walking on top of the snow. I was surprised it didn't sink down beneath, but it was trying pretty hard not to step wrong. I looked at astonishment at this dog's persistence, and the owner caught me, and smiled with me with a grin and greeted me. I waved back to him and continued on.
Down the street I saw two little kids finishing up a snowman, and their parents shoveling the snow while looking on with a smile. I caught their eye and I waved to them. They waved back.
This is what life is supposed to be like.
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