It’s snowing this morning. Although I've lived in Alaska 20 years and seen hundreds of inches of snow, it still evokes delight. Don’t know exactly why—perhaps it’s the way it silently falls and quiets a noisy city; or how it magically transforms dirty streets into lanes of soft-serve icecream; or the way it reminds me of my grandfather and his stories about tracking rabbits in the snow when he was a child. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful for snow this morning.
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