It certainly is a picture postcard out there... and it's lovely walking in it, soft snowflakes coming down, the streets all mounded on either side with piles of the white stuff. The city is quieter and what sounds there are are muffled. What an unusual winter so far. It's like five different winters all chopped up into small pieces and tossed together like a salad and you have no idea what you are going to get next.
What the hell am I talking about? I'm off to bed.
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