When I opened my eyes this morning, the room was whiter and brighter, and I knew the snow had come. Weather advisories predicted the storm. I went out on my porch, took a deep breath, and greeted the morning. The sun was just coming out.

While holding my coffee, I watched George walk to his car. Things change around here when 3 inches of snow falls. Schools are closed, everyone drives slower. The stillness and quiet are broken by the calls of chicadees in the bushes. When the sun comes up, I'll be making some footprints of my own.