Snow inspired me to write ... here and on our car.

What part of “going out like a lamb” doesn’t March understand?

Case in point, 4:30 p.m. today: snow swirling, 29 degrees, wind chill of 17, wind gusts that smacked your hair and hood into your face.

I know that last bit because my husband and I happened to be walking at the time, choosing to run an errand by foot rather than car. Let’s just call it … invigorating. 

Our cell phones buzzed loudly with a snow squall alert just before we reached our destination. 

On the (frozen) nosey!

Our errand accomplished, we headed the mile back home, leaning into the wind as we went.

Fresh air, togetherness, something crossed off the to-do list, and a warm house to come home to.

Thank you, March.