it's a christmas miracle!

We awoke this morning to the kind of snow that would make the entire state of New Jersey weep with fear. I was lying in bed when my snow instinct bell went off -- a sensory skill perfected during winter mornings in upstate New York, waiting, half-awake, for one of my parents to come into my room to say we were having a snow day. It is tripped by a curious muffled silence and the occasional distant creak of a footstep or car wheels. I can't see the parking lot or any roads from here, but the woods out back are coated in that beautiful whipped cream white, four inches at least and it's still coming down. You can keep your pansy wintery mix; this is fucking New England, baby.