My friends who've been in New York the last month are weary of snow, but I'm delighted we're getting more of it. We had a dusting last night, and another this afternoon, an amuses gueule for what was to come. 
I thought the storm might have missed us when I headed into Avery Fischer Hall at 7:30 (details tomorrow - tonight was the first night of an orchestral double header), but when the concert was over: blizzard! 
And Prospect Heights 45 minutes later, oh my! Big flakes hurrying skitteringly by (wiggly lines record twirling, surely), our front gate had become a padded quilt, the kitchen window an impressionist igloo wall.
