i was hoping for a snow day
. . . . . . .
but instead of a snow day, i snapped a few photos out my window this morning.
also this morning, i am reminded of a line from a story by james joyce: “his soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” it’s one of my favorites.
i’m enjoying these related visuals today:
a good day to you.