Sitting inside the cafe we laughed playing “would you rather” when it started falling. Not the shy reluctant powder that dusted the weekend, but real snow. A sprinkle turned to howling but we covered our noses and navigated the gentle blizzard to a hideout for one last drink. On the way back we took our time, like kids at recess throwing snowballs with only our excitement to keep us warm. We went our separate ways, through the quiet back to our homes. Thawing and staring wide eyed out the window, snowflakes still on our eyelashes, we took it in and taking chances went off to sleep, knowing as it often does the morning sun might melt it before we wake up. Whatever may be we enjoyed it to the fullest, only if for a night.