Merry Christmas

It's cold in Cleveland, but it started snowing an hour ago, which makes up for it. I can take the cold if it comes with snow. Wasn't expecting a white Christmas, but here it is anyway, sneaking in just under the wire. Just before midnight, I went out for a walk, enjoying the quiet of night snow, the cold sparkling on my face, the flakes catching the reflection of the streetlights and spiraling down like falling stars in slow motion. It's times like those when I could convince myself to move to Vermont, or Colorado, someplace with long winters of snow and silences, where you just hole up with a warm fire and watch it all come down.

Tomorrow, I'll be shovelling the stuff and wishing I was back in Florida. But that's tomorrow. For tonight, I'll enjoy it for what it is.

Merry Christmas, everyone.