Meandering about the block this snowy evening, a word to identify my surroundings floated upon my imagination: romantic. Trees dressed in white. Bare branches grasp at the sky. The clouds hang low, create an erie aura from the street lights. Christmas trees glow from windows, entice strangers with promises of warmth and refreshing. Snowshoes by the door. Fluffy snow resting on fluffy snow resting on fluffy snow. Piles of snow. Bunny tracks beneath the car. Gently wafting snowflakes–down, down, down. A new fleece blanket. Creamy egg nog. Family gathered. No obligations for days–we can go anywhere.