snow day

I sat in the sunroom with my coffee and felt warm and cozy as the snow blew around me.  The swirls of snow came up the steps of the deck then danced a litttle until she got tangled in her train of snow and fell, sometimes she would start on the deck and pirouette across then descend the stairs to vanish as quickly as she came. And then far too quickly my coffe cup was empty so I vanished to my sewing room.  --Ann--