The sharp smell of wood smoke filled the air when I stepped outside to walk the dog this evening. All day long a wintery mix of precipitation had tapped on the windows, but by 4:30 the sky was a bit lighter and the air was still. It was cold though, below freezing, as it had been for the last 24 hours, and an inch or so of icy snow drew a gauzy veil over all the grassy slopes and valleys in this hilly neighborhood making them ideal for fast but gentle sledding. Everywhere we walked Lucy and I heard the shouts and squeals of small children sliding on saucers and toboggans and then trudging back up in the fading daylight for at least one more go.
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