these days the drive home is lovely.  its twilight, and the trees have turned colors, and the road leading out from the school is a scene from a christmas movie.  there’s a house in particular i always watch out for–a red brick facade colonial style home with a sprawling front yard.  lights twinkle all around the garden.  at first i thought the house was covered in lights too, but yesterday as i drove by i realized there weren’t any at all; the warmth from inside glowed so brilliantly that it gave the impression that it was.  all that was missing was a pristine blanket of snow.

don’t get me wrong, i’m all for 300 days of sunshine, and i’m truly a california girl at heart. but once, just once, i’d like to experience waking up from my bed to the first snowfall of the season.  it just seems magical.