About 4 AM I looked out my front window to discover that snow had fallen. It wasn't much - maybe an inch or two. A fresh snowfall can make even a city street beautiful, especially when the street lights look like those old fashioned lights that required a lamplighter. The street was quiet. No tracks yet in the snow. Made me wonder if this was how my town looked in the late 1800's when this building was built.
I have seen pictures of a couple buildings in this block, taken back in the late 1800's. They don't look much different than they do today. My landlord has plans to take the stucco off the outside of this building and get it back to the original brick. He wants it to look like it did when it was new. I like that idea.
Later in the day the snow started falling again. Huge flakes. Took a break in my rocking chair with a cup of coffee and watched the snow fall for a while. The town is quiet today. It was so peaceful just sitting there. Why can't our world be like this all the time.
The snow won't last long. The outside temperature is 35 degrees today. Change is coming over the weekend, though. Last night Son was teasing me that if I went out over the weekend, I would likely freeze my knickers. The temps will be dropping down to single digits with overnight temps in the below zero range. I told him that my knickers weren't in any danger, for I plan to sit them down in front of my sewing machine. Indoors. Where it is warm and cozy.
Winter can be beautiful. But it is also cold. When I was young the cold didn't bother me. I went sledding and ice skating and built snow forts and had snowball fights with friends. Later when I was a bit older, I rode snowmobiles on trails through the woods and across frozen lakes. But these days I will view the beauty of winter from my rocker. I have become a coward when it comes to cold. And I'm all right with that.