A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Last week's snow flakes never reached beer coaster proportions, but they made for nice paper. Then the people came -- and they brought their scribbly feet with them!

Snow clears easier before it gets walked on, compressed, the overnight air turning it into sticky plastic tile. Left on its own, it will melt. It is a wonder the crocuses survived!