30% Chance of Flurries, My Ass

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I'm lying in the dark on my bed with the blinds open watching the snow drift and wind like dust motes past the streetlights.  Every so often the wind catches them right and the flakes seem to hover perfectly still before whipping up and around and off into the darkness.

I love all the people in my life very much and am thankful to have them around me.

This snow, this whiteness, this weather static, is a peaceful end to a wonderful day, even if it will be gone by the time I wake.