The snow that fell last night was of the large-flake variety. Soft and fluffy and falling gently. It's so much when there is no wind.
Before the sun this morning I was pushing the snow off the driveway. Watching it build up in front of my show shovel as I went, very much like the snow that I experienced countless times growing up in Canada. It was nostalgic and strangely comforting.
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Hey Mr. B are you there?
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