The snowflakes here are unbelievable. It's like God practices his winter arts and crafts right over Germany, and as well all know, Gods needs no practice with his art or craft. They are perfect- just like drawings. Husband and I got honked at the other day stopped at what turned out to be a green light as we were mezmorized by the perfectly formed flakes hitting the windshield. It was so wonderous a site, we considered just letting the people honk while we continued to gaze.
In other news, it snows like a mo-fo here.