It’s really lovely out. …

It's really lovely out. I suddenly realized that I should shovel my front steps, so none of my guests killed themselves climbing the wooden stairs, and I went out, sort of dreading it, but it's not cold at all out, and the snow is coming down in fluffy, easy-to-shovel, puffs, and it's all just nice and wintry in the best way. I am not normally a fan of winter, but if it were always like this, I would be okay with it.