Ah, snow. How I have missed you. Falling purity. It would look very much peaceful, if the kids (aka. Bailey, the dog, and Ebony, the cat) weren't rough housing in front of the big ass window. Poem to follow, assuming I can find it. This could, however, cause problems in seeing Holly tonight. But Holly's theatre stuff might have an effect on that too. Argh. I need to live here already.
EDIT: So the poem isn't on this computer or on any of my 'net postings. Oh well. I'll post another one I wrote when it snowed some time ago.