Winter Wonderland

It's snowing in Geneva. D'uh! Well, it doesn't usually snow that much in the city. Definitely nearby, because we are surrounded by mountains. My daughter Emilie bounced into my room this morning crowing with excitement. We've been living in Seattle for the past few winters, where snow is a rarity. Adults tend to see snow as a nuisance. We have to get to work, or do errands. The car needs snow tires, we have to shovel the driveway, etc. Growing up and taking on responsibilities tends sap the spontaneity out of us. But when I took the dogs out this morning, grumbling because I really did not want to get out of my warm bed, some of their excitement rubbed off on me. It's Saturday, and the only thing on our agenda is homework. The snow has been falling since early this morning and has the freshness and magic only new snow
can. The apartment is cozy, the coffee is hot. All I have to do (apart from answering the occasional question about cell division)is sit here and watch the flakes fall. Maybe we'll go out later and throw snow at each other.