Hear those beautiful words. Winter - cold air hitting skin, quickening steps, necessitating wool socks, hat and gloves, a fire in the hearth. Storm - snow tumbling down from the sky in thick flakes to cover everything and muffle all sound. Warning - anticipating something big and ominous that will bring a change to the hum-drum routine, maybe even a snow day, so pay attention and get ready.
Jim, the local public radio news guy, uttered that lovely phrase this morning, along with meaningful numbers like "high in the mid-twenties" and "low around ten." The snow is already flying, barely enough to cover the ground but promising more, the way the light wind and heavy clouds hint at "heavy accumulation." Woo-hoo!!
As long as there's coffee in the can and food in the pantry, wood in the shed and gas in the car, hey, bring it on. Wax the skis, drag out the sled, put on longjohns, and hit the trail.
Winter, how do I love thee?
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