Hawk and I came home last night to the slightest flurries, almost as if they weren't quite there. Quite delightful. By the time I began my daily walk to work they doubled in density--still very thin but magical. I'm pretty sure my grin remained through the entire mile course, and though I usually read The Man Who Was Chesterton as I walk, my attention floated upward until I closed the book and let the snowflakes settled on my cheeks.
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