In the Dark of Night

I’m getting a little annoyed with our snowstorms. If it must snow I would at least like the opportunity to stand near a window in my fuzzy slippers and hug a cup of hot cocoa as I watch the flakes pile up and the birds descend on my feeders like it’s the end of the world. Instead all of our snow arrives in the dark of night, and we awake to find ourselves living on the ice planet Hoth.

I want to have that cozy-next-to-the-fireplace feeling that comes with watching a good snowstorm, not the drat-now-I-have-to-get-out-of-my-warm-bed-and-shovel feeling. And does the sun always have to shine brightly the next day as if nothing happened? It only adds insult to injury.

I guess I should just be thankful I’m not sleeping outside with the birds.