56: perfect powder

I couldn't get over how absolutely perfect the day was: warm enough for no coat, gently falling snow, piles and piles of beautiful powder. You could see each little individual snowflake. It was so hard to go to work. I really wanted to just stay home and wander around outside.

(I may have been about an hour later than I was planning to be. . .)                                                                                                                                                                  

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