Snow?

It is white outside. This is the first time that I have been here for a snowstorm. During the night, I noticed how the heavy rain that had been drumming on the roof had stopped, It had only turned into snow. There's about an inch or two and it continues, driven from the northeast in the classic, New England fashion. It is very exciting, even more so for Sophie. The dogs, initially intrigued, have resumed their positions, one on the sofa and the other curled in a chair near the fireplace. It is cold enough that we see our breath before us; it isn't so bad, actually, with long underwear, a shirt, a heavy Irish wool sweater and a fiberpile fleece jacket, a winter hat with its earflaps down found on the beach last spring. Two little space heaters in the bathroom and kitchen are keeping up with the temperature right now, but we are on the edge, I am sure. I am going to be appalled when I see my electrical bill for the month. And Sally wants us to tough it out until December 1, when we have an available apartment next door to the one we have leased from late December through May. I want to go outside and see our new surroundings. Snow makes everything different, as though we see things through a completely new lens.