"i am younger each year at the first snow. when i see it, suddenly, in the air,
all little and white and moving, then i am in love again and very young and i believe everything."
- anne sexton, in a letter to w.d. snodgrass, november 28, 1958, found in real simple, december 2010
it is far past the first snow in these parts, but we've gotten some interesting wintery mixes this week (i've almost wiped out at least 3 times on black ice, good grief!), so snow is never far from my mind...
xo. di.
