Well, it's sort of snowing. It's more like a live snow globe outside. Beautiful, soft flakes drifting slowly to the ground. Tomorrow, it's not going to be snow globe weather. It's going to be Rudolph's Christmas Eve blizzard weather. I'm going to need a glowing red nose to see where I'm walking.
But, not tonight.
Tonight, Saint Marty has snow globe flakes and quiet, still streets.
|Keep that kid away from the globe!|