David walked out of the farmhouse at 5:00 a.m. to find an inch already on the ground and thick, fat, fluffy wads falling heavily. The forecast was for six to eight inches, but it looked like that was going to be conservative. This was snow.He felt inexplicably lighthearted about it. He loved snow as a kid, but as he got older, it became more of a burden than anything—plowing the drive, losing access to the back of the barn, freezing water pipes, worrying about the livestock getting mired in the stuff. But today… today he was in a good mood, and he was willing to concede it was magical.Christie was supposed to come over to make authentic Italian pizzas tonight. David was looking forward to it. He’d start a fire in the woodstove in the kitchen later. It would feel cozy in the house with the fire inside and the snow outside. He mused about it as he went about his morning chores. He also thought about the chicken dumpling soup Christie had brought over the night before. It was so tasty.
