With yesterday being the first real snowfall, at least one that decided to stick around for awhile, New England is officially awash in white. The Waltham Common was laden with about three fluffy inches on the ground and small amounts clinging to the trees, which looked particularly beautiful amidst the lights during the night. Since the afternoon was so gray and gloomy the glow of the Christmas lights coupled with the dusting of powder gave the whole area outside our humble abode a holiday charm. So much so, that Ali and I darted into the minor tundra for a brief photo session. Here is the best of us with lights in the background.
All the snow certainly was a harbinger of festivities to come, if ever there was one. Considering that we are supposedly in store for a few inches more, I have concluded that whatever the calendar might say winter is sincerely upon us. Of course, Ali’s just glad that we are not feeling the chill of the bitter Midwest cold that seems to have gripped our families earlier in the week. Nevertheless, as we wandered around the common looking for the best angle to snap a holiday picture of ourselves, we definitely felt a chill, just not the subzero kind that is commonplace in Chicago.
Regardless, take some time to knock back some nog and enjoy the view from the window. Winter is always better when white.