The best words that ever came out of the radio when I was growing up. They meant I could roll over, pull the quilt up, and go back to sleep for hours. It was a snow day.
Such odd words. I see now that they have something to do with snow removal, but why didn’t they just say school was closed? My mother’s bizarre theory was that it was because they didn’t want the Russians to know our schedules. I believed her, in those strange days when we learned to crouch beneath our lockers in the hall with our hands behind our heads. Maybe it’s true.
The buds on the trees are coming out, the crocuses are poking up, and I should be celebrating spring. But, with apologies to New England, I want another snowstorm!