the Sweet Smell of Burning Fur (plonq) wrote,
the Sweet Smell of Burning Fur
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Unless things change dramatically over the next couple of days, we will have a white Christmas. Barely.

I went for a short walk today to grab some money from the bank up the street, and some lunch from the sub shop next to it. The side walks were treacherous, but the weather was glorious. There is a chill in the air, and a low, grey overcast that hints at snow. Not the cruel, blowing, dry snow that we usually get here, but the kind that makes you want to don a toque and gloves and run outside to catch some snowflake on your tongue.

This is the kind of winter that I enjoy.

On another wintry subject, I would swear that I started writing a Christmas story a few weeks back. I wanted to call it up and continue working on it today, but I can find neither whisker nor hair of it.
Tags: winter
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