It’s snowing again. Second day in a row, second time since I’ve been here. It seems so strange that such a dirty looking sky could send down stuff that makes everything below it seem so clean.

I have a great wide, paneless window that is perfect for snow watching. It looks out on a handful of birch trees and roofs and off in the distance are two sky scrapers who disappear when it’s really coming down hard. When night falls, there’s a bright white light that shines on a close parking lot. It makes the snow turn into glitter.

Watching snow drift down makes everything inside me stand still and ache. In a good way.