The best part of a snow day isn’t that real pants are optional though, it’s that nature gives us the gift of time. Forces completely outside of our control blow into the city with sensational news coverage and mountains of fluffy white stuff. There’s the mania of storm preparation: filling gas cans, stocking the pantry, throwing elbows for the last bag of ice-melt, bringing in firewood to stay dry by the hearth. Then as darkness falls, the calm settles in. The flakes start to fall in earnest. You can hear the wind swirling around the eaves. And there you are, snug inside with no choice but to amuse yourself as you best see fit for the next day or so. It’s time to let go and be still.
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