I lay in bed this morning, watching the pines blow, when a white dust blew across.

Snow.

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And frozen water.

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For some reason, “Friday night” was part of some mythical weekend that wouldn’t arrive till tonight in my head. I’m stunned that the forecast was right.

ETA: It occurs to me that I’m really happy, and there is no man in my life (or more correctly, my life). Is this a coincidence? Hmm.

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