Slow down

It’s snowing outside, but I can’t see it. I’m not moving. We are supposed to get 11 to 16 inches, the most snow we’ve gotten all winter so far. All I hear are the wet swish of tires on the road, the continual grind of car engines, the hum of the fan in my room. When it snows it’s always so quiet, but not tonight. Tonight the world isn’t stopping to watch it all fall.