Christmas Time is Here.

I walked out my door to a beautiful surprise. A thin layer of snow fighting against elements to hang around. The pleasure increased as the snow began to fall again, fat and feathery in a way that can only happen 60 miles off the ocean. At home snow is not really an event, but here in the Wilamette valley it is uncommon. I recall a thin layer of snow only once last year. Some years no snow actually reaches the valley floor. Snow, for a little while at least, makes everything look clean and even. It suits, nicely, my rage for order. There is supposed to be major snow in the forecast for tonight. I assume that means something different here than it does in my usual haunts, but we all know the forecast is only potential. If it comes it will signal the holidays. It will feel, for a moment anyway, like home.