Winter is not my season. I don't like to be cold. I don't like how it's gray and dark. I don't like stashing tissues in every pocket to deal with the inevitable cold-induced runny nose. And I really, really don't like trudging along unshoveled sidewalks. But, I do love the anticipation of snow. Tonight, DC could get hit with its first real snow of the season. The local weather folks actually give a major snow storm a roughly 30% chance. Some of the local schools have already decided they'll be closed tomorrow. But, there's also a chance for a bust or that the snow ends in a horrible wintry mix that washes away all the beautiful flakes. The anticipation that anything could happen has me bouncing in excitement. I feel like a kid again. I keep peeking out the window wondering if the flakes have started. I want turn my PJs inside out and flush ice cubes down the toilet. I want to make a nest of blankets to read in, drinks lots of hot chocolate, and pull out my winter weather gear to get ready for sledding. (The adult in me is happy we hit the grocery store yesterday morning and don't have to move our car for a week.) There are still hours to go before we see what happens. I'll be enjoying this giddy buzz the entire time.
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