I had been speculating for the past few days that it would snow for real sometime soon, since it did for two minutes on Friday. Yesterday afternoon the snow began drifting down, but it wasn't cold enough to stick. In the morning I had gone for a pleasant walk in the misty rain, enjoying the moist late fall scenery. This morning I shuffled down to breakfast because it was milk day and was greeted by a winter wonderland and more people up and moving around than I've seen before. I was disappointed to discover that the hellish warmth that had usually characterized the cafeteria in the morning was no longer present. Maybe too many people were going in and out of the one window-like door that connects the cafeteria to the outside...
Anyway I didn't really think I would wind up going for a walk this morning, but I decided to put on my boots and jacket and take a few pictures, after I got the guy at the desk to let me into my room since I was locked out once more because I hadn't put on the right pair of pants with keys in them to go down to breakfast. Once I was outside I decided to go see if anyone had ventured into the woods yet. I was the first, so the lure of fresh perfectly undisturbed snow in an empty forest overcame the desire to go back inside.
The way I have been and the way I'm going. Philosophical, ne?

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ANNA
THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR EXPERIENCES WITH ME. I LOVE YOU GRAND DAUGHTER. SISSY
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