Big lovely flakes are falling outside, and it's really beautiful from up here.
It's been an odd week, and we're only two days into it. It would have been my Grandpa's birthday on Monday, and I went out to see my Grandma and ended up spending the night at her house. I slept in a room that my Grandpa finished when my dad had to move back home after my mother died. The cycle was strange. I was also given a wooden plaque of sorts that was made out of my Dad's first wedding invitation. It gives me two good things that I've never had before: a picture of my dad with a mustache, and a picture of my real mom who was very pretty (they were both in their early twenties in the photo. And I've never seen my dad with a mustache. Priceless).
The snow is getting heavier. I doubt this storm will bring any real accumulation, and ski season is still a couple of weeks off yet. But this is already a better start than last year - hopefully the snow really picks up (especially in the mountains) in November. And I've been waiting to see what a snowstorm would look like from up here.