It snowed in New Orleans today. And I missed it. This makes me sadder than I would expect, given my general apathy regarding snow. But it would have been lovely to see snow fall on the trees in Audobon, watch the mules pulling the carts in the Quarter blink back a flake. I would love snow more if it was special and unexpected. Unfortunately, I live a few hundred miles too far North for snow to ever be a surprise. Snow is a given here, as is ice, and apple cider, and toasty fireplaces, and salt, and ornery car batteries, and potlucks, and earmuffs, and cozy blankets, and happily, always, a White Christmas. Snow isn't my favorite, but it'll do.
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