The snow day, that rare Northeasterly thing. A bit of reprieve in the dark days of winter. A chance to take a chilly moment and let the gusty white billow swirl outside your window. A micro-summer vacation capped in snow, stories to trade like a laissez-faire currency of relaxation. When the storm clears and the roads open, reality will sweep back in. Until then, I’ll kick up my feet and enjoy the distant ice-tipped howling.
Josh Lyford for Good News Worcester