So there I was. Late for chapel. That's not really a shock. But no one else was around. And the ground was covered in beautiful fluffy snow. And the trees looked like they do in fairytales - covered, as well. The sky was cerulean blue, and the sun was streaming down. I was filled with joy.
There's nothing like walking by yourself in the snow - even if you can sense others around.
And it made me just the tiniest bit homesick. We just don't get snow here in NoVa very much. I thought about all those times I sat on my breezeway and watched the snow fall. It's always the snow that gets me. You can take a girl out of New England, but you can't (apparently) take the New England out of the girl.