Snow Magicks!
It has always been one of my most magical memories: watching the snow fall down out of a dark sky into the back yard and woods, lit by floodlights. That was in New Jersey--the part of it less infamous than the nasty, stinking oil-refinery parts, or the now truly distasteful 'Jersey Shore.' The image of sitting in a warm room, looking out on falling snow, on cold and the slight darkness of a day of snowstorm... Then, folk coming in, drawn to the lamp in the window--all jollity and gladness, to be... Sign in to see full entry.