The heavens open, and confetti drifts down

I woke up late yesterday morning, after dreaming I was in the book Infinite Jest, but instead of tennis, we were playing baseball, and I was expertly catching infield fly balls that were actually slices of ham and bologna. I stumble disoriented to the kitchen, where I pour water slowly into the kettle for coffee, lift my head, and

SNOW! At last!
A smattering yesterday, enough to whiten sidewalks and bring the snow-scrapers out. More today; there are flakes falling from the sky now, dancing down, exposing the twists and ripples in what otherwise appears smooth air. Now to wander, and get them feets cold.