La Neige
Once again the snow falls. Thursday morning I woke to unruly bus schedules and roommates eager to blow off work and simply take pictures of our crystaline neighborhood. So I called in snowbound and went romping down slippery sidewalks and to a park with slides and swings, camera in hand, before finishing the morning at top pot, grazing on donuts. Today, I'm making up for the work that couldn't be done Thursday. Biology can be frustrating, as you wait for things to grow, but that simple fact gives me a chance to wander around downtown, run errands, eat french bread and Pike Place apples, and enjoy the odd trigonometry of our new library. I only wish the sculpture garden was open, but that's next weekend. The snow returned today, in tiny flakes and flurries; grey clouds replaced the bluest skies Seattle dreams of. Cozy fleece and flannel, long johns and wool socks keep the bitter cold out and the weekend bliss in.