Busy, busy, busy.
That's how it always is.
The snow days are refreshing, mainly because of the "margin."
The breathing room.
The schedule white space.
The time to stop.
The time to go.
The time to sally forth altogether instead of scattered about hither and yon.
Round up the thrift store finds, cobble together enough gear for the Blossoms, and venture out into the winter wonderland.
Breathe the crystal fresh air.
Laugh at your fall in the snow.
Smile at Binney's antics.
Trek a little further in.
Tumble into the truck, rosey-faced,
brushing off the snow,
complaining that Mom took too many pics,
breathing sighs of contentment.
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