As Thanksgiving came to an end, the snow returned in earnest. By Saturday, more than a foot had fallen and the total accumulation made me wonder if we're due for a repeat of two years ago. Hopefully not. The snow is beautiful, but only in smaller doses.
Actually, I'm surprised how happy I feel this winter. Usually I suffer from some form of seasonal affective disorder, but this year I feel strangely pleasant. Curious, I know.