Well, we've got well over a foot of snow here and are expecting another 5-10 inches overnight. I adore snow, so I took a lot of pleasure in sitting in the warmth of my parents' house and watching it come down. After shabbos, we decided it would be simpler to walk home then to dig out their car and get a ride. Luckily, my parents felt so guilty for making us walk that they let us raid the pantry and pick out some things to enjoy when we got home. I grabbed a box of brownie mix, some bags of popcorn, a whole chicken (for tomorrow night?), a bottle of soda and some frozen soups. The walk home was fun. I've always loved walking in the snow, especially when I'm all bundled up and warm. Some of the drifts were as tall as I am, and I felt this strong need to linger and take in the beauty of the, as yet, untouched snow. Yaakov wasn't in such a lingering mood, though, so we trudged on. I wished I had my camera with me. Smooth, freshly fallen snow has a distinct calm...