i was going to turn these gratuitous shots of snow into a my downtown post, but it turns out i have too much to say, and i’m not really blogging according to my regularly scheduled programming right now anyway.i woke up this morning to a blanket of fresh white snow and my twenty-five year old heart nearly stopped beating. suddenly i was seven years old again, running up the stairs to the loft to peer out of the attic windows at my neighborhood, transformed. i don’t care how much you might hate dealing with a winter of snow and ice, there is nothing as beautiful as a fresh snow fall in the early morning. the way the light inside changes, and how you know, before even opening a curtain, that something is changed. the way the street looks, all white, with no tire tracks. the way the tree branches hang, droopy under the weight of the snow. wonder. as far as i’m concerned, these early morning moments are as good a reason as any never to check the weather report.wishing you all cozy days. i promise i’ll be coming back soon. just one more week left now.