It’s snowing in Washington, D.C.

For a lot of people, this is the dreaded peak of winter. For me, snow days are a little touch of heaven. I remember as a young girl lying on the floor of our cozy den watching the snow fall from our huge window. The feeling of beauty gently rushing towards me would give me such a rush. Not a rush like standing on that old wooden bridge as the black and rusted freight train ran below me. I was never brave enough to stand still and watch it. I always ran fast just before it went under. But that snow was like a little touch of heaven falling on my face, I cherished it then and now. It is the beauty of nature. Not only that, with everything cancelled and closed, this gives me the opportunity to finish, to clean, to organize, to rest, and play, all in one weekend.

Thank you God.