Snowed in today.
I'm looking out the window down the snowy dirt road. The trees are all blanketed in snow, their branches sagging from its weight. I can just make out the brook, tiny specks of water visible in the mass of snow and ice. The bird-feeder is covered in snow. The sun is reflecting off the snow, creating a strange sense of brightness.
Jealous of my setting?
Might as well do some writing...