It was the first snowstorm of the winter season in our area this week. This snow shower was a Goldilocks gift: meaning it was “just right.” The snow is so pretty; dissipated mid-day and the sun even came out, making the icicles’ prismatic shapes and snow crystals glisten like exotic jewels.
At dusk I was working in my home-office loft writing and looking out at the clear, twinkling, movie-set New York skyline just beyond, and sensing something,
