Since I've spent the better part of the last two years surrounded by snow and ice, one might think that I could stand a break from it in warmer climes. Instead, the fact that I'm currently getting buried out in Boulder, CO and spent a chunk of the morning laughing as I kicked through a foot of fluff, well, I've missed this style. I don't have the multitude of words for different types as the Inuit do but I certainly know that they're correct in categorizing. This is perfect snowball/snowshoe/cross-country skiing weather.

Tonight, when the snow is still falling and it carpets the sounds of the city, I'll go out walking in that muffled comfort.

For now, I'll be working from home (spreadsheets, documentation, and email, oh my!) and enjoying the view.