Thank YOU, Helen, for being one of the community contributors;
you have shown me solidarity many a time here, and I am grateful.

The computer where I sit is before a window,
and the snow is pelting down outside.
It's the kind of snowfall that is picture-pretty:
NOT a blizzard, as there is no wind to speak of;
and not the kind of storm that is lowering and dark-grey and miserable.
The sky is the opaque white of the big snowflakes,
which, because they are warm and heavy, are falling straight down.
A light coating of white covering everything.
And yet it is on the warmish side of freezing in temperature,
and it will be a while before the sun goes down.

I don't envy the snowplow drivers -- just saw a plow being driven past the window --
nor the drivers on "essential" errands or work travels just now;
but it's a lovely scene to watch from behind a picture window,
indoors, where it is warm, dry, and well-lit.

Being late in the winter, and
the equinox having already come and gone,
I doubt the snow will last long.
But for now it is the most picturesque blanket covering all in white,
bare trees and grass alike.