Snow. Poetry crystallized.
Aching backs, heart attacks.
Helping hands. Groaning branches. Stalacticicles. Steaming soup. No school. Frozen pipes. Flat-lined batteries. Hungry birds. Cabin fever. Much ado about Levels (how did we manage without them?).
PHOTO GALLERY: Take a look at some photos from the storm
For those thickly layered with feathers and fiber, snow invites throwing, sledding, skiing, skating, crunching footfalls.
And artful mittens. The sculptors of a pensive bear slouching on a picnic table deserve extra credit from their teachers.
Mercury rises, life reverses. Snow goes. Muscles mend. Levels liquidate. Stalactites drip. Bear shrinks.
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