"A light snow last night, / and now the earth falls open to a fresh page."
- Billy Collins, from "Ornithography"
We had a beautiful winter day today. Last night about two inches of snow fell, but the morning dawned crisp and sunny. The snow was powdery and crunchy under foot, and as my boss astutely observed, there was just enough to be pretty without interfering with the day.
Last winter, my snow boots sprang a leak (as I finally surmised after noticing the toes of my socks kept getting wet), so I ordered a new pair back in the fall. I've been convinced that my having a brand new pair of boots waiting to be used has been the reason for our peculiarly snow-less winter thus far. I just learned of another person with a new pair of boots, however, and a third who has brand new skis, so apparently the responsibility is shared.
I decided on Bean Boots this time. After wearing them all day today, including for the 3.4-mile round trip between home and work, I understand their fabled status. My feet have been happy: warm and dry, with nary a twinge of discomfort.