One thing about snow: it's quiet. You don't hear the SUV's roaring by, and the Hummers seem much less visible when they're driving through a blanket of white. The walk to work is soft, albeit bitingly cold. There are jack-rabbits on campus. They're huge. I wonder what they'll eat all winter, and if there's a place I can start leaving peanuts for them (some things never change). With the onset of work, painting has stalled, and the house is once more a chaos zone.
But it's great in the country.
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