Friday was clean up, left-overs, and a stroll through a couple of local stores around 2 in the afternoon. Yeah. We're kinda into more of a Light Grey Friday.
And now it's Saturday morning.
It has gone from a 28/58 degree day with partly sunny skies on Turkey Day to a 6/20 degree day . . . with snow.
I don't mind snow this time of year. Actually prefer it.
It just seems . . . right.
The snow almost covers the lawn. Thin, dark blade tops of grass barely show through here and there, like a guy's five o'clock shadow.
It gives the yard a nice, scruffy look.
A "day-off", laid-back kinda look.
Moving dots of snowflakes slide past the window, riding the cold West breeze like a pack of kids riding the golf course slopes on plastic sleds and saucers.
The Elixir is freshly poured and steaming. As I look over the top of the cup, it seems like its vapors are waving back to the flames in the woodburner across the living room.
Saturday.
You know, it doesn't take a whole lot to make a great day.
If I want it to be one, I suppose.