Last night we had one of those really awesome snow storms that make people glad they live in Wisconsin. The quiet kind with huge flakes floating down, searching out every flat surface they could find to pile up on top of. Large and small, thick and thin. Roads, yards, deck railings, trees, even skinny power lines were draped with the fluffy, white, cottony, wet stuff. It wasn't the kind of night that makes you feel cold, rather it felt warm and must be the type of snow that the phrase, "blanketed in snow" was coined from. We took a walk through our new neighborhood, shuffling through the snow, softly chatting about the day, enjoying the peace of the gentle night. We found a grill and pub that had good burgers before we headed home. It was a glorious winter night.
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