This morning, early this morning well before the light of day, I looked out the window and noticed something on the ground outside. The moon is almost full, so I thought it may be moon glow. I didn't have my glasses on, or my contacts in.
Last night rain pattered the roof and the howling of the wind came and went. We built a fire. Chatter Box and Chubby were playing their guitars, singing, dancing, and fighting. Four-year-old Chatter Box said, "Dad, can we have a fire every night? I love fires - I'm so warm."
"That would take a lot of wood," I said.
When the fire started to die she said, "Dad, I'll throw in the little woods and you can throw the big woods."
Upon closer examination, it was the white stuff.
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