Let it snow...

As if to prepare me, it's snowing here.

I'm glad. I could hardly bear to leave the magnificent clear blue skies and crisp breezes of late. In fact I hope it snows and snows and snows. Then perhaps all flights will be cancelled on Friday and for another week, by which time I'll have woken up to find my life is back to the way it was.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

This evening brings the hardest goodbye.

I hope tomorrow never comes.