Boots not Oxfords

…and so finally we have a different day.

After so much of the same…this day at long last is not the perpetual Groundhog Day with and without shadows. Today the sky streams white as the snow-white freckles dance from the sky to find our ground and heights about. Today is a good day.

As I watch the accumulation build I continue with a steady review of spy, hobbit and Christmas films. Finding the background (sometimes the foreground) in each…Guinness signs and EIIR portraits, cheeses and dishware, butterflies and rings, ties and quotations, umbrellas and pocket handkerchiefs. Yes today is a very good day.

Though usually one to grimace at the site of the falling white boundary of earth’s weather, today I do not mind, though tucked up well with comestibles and beverages, I have had to venture forth, asking how did I lose my fancy of these falling feathers of white, when toes seemed to freeze on the outdoor frozen rinks and waters of Dartmouth. Where hockey was played till the wee hours and yet again I won or lost the Stanley Cup.

Regardless I will have to find the image(s) that will bring this day forward. Let it snow…today is a fine day to feel the tickle of snowflakes upon my person…it’s a different day…a fine day for P.E. hot chocolate and….boots not oxfords.