This sort of after-storm state of being is not a pleasant thing, but while the snow was falling, the world was something like an Ansel Adams photograph. I even made a snow angel, and gave it a little halo. Mara laughed at me, then helped me brush snow off my coat. At least it wasn't warm enough outside for the snow to melt and soak through to my underwear. No, it waited until I got home to do that.
Snow brings things to a halt up here.
The campus coffee shop has closed early the last few nights because travelling has just been really treacherous, and all the buses are running a couple of minutes late. Of course, she's only an eighth grader, so she's got time yet to decide, but it's a fabulous excuse to get up to New England around this time of year. Of course, they couldn't have picked a better day for it. It was pristine. We walked around the main base of the campus, and I surprised myself at how well I can find my way around the place.