We're snowed in. Quite literally. You see, when it snows in Durham, the city is somewhat paralyzed by a lack of vehicles and means to plow or melt snow. On top of that, it's cold enough that the snow will fall, begin to melt, but then freeze in a nice sheet of ice, which of course is non-negotiable for most vehicles. The biggest problem occurs when an additional layer of the fluffy stuff falls on top, creating the illusion of something somewhat manageable. Then, when cars attempt to plow through, they generally end up sliding around. So while our friends in the Northeast or those nestled at the base of the Rockies might think our plight of a couple inches somewhat comical, we are nevertheless, snowed in.
Let's just say we're enjoying our time indoors. (I made a pot of this delicious soup, deemed "restaurant style" by my dad, his highest culinary compliment, to celebrate and warm us up.) I actually love snow, as I've said many times. It wraps things up in a beautiful blanket of white. Granted, the the things being wrapped are frigid and probably don't share my sentiments. But to look upon, it's rather lovely, and there's something simply charming about being bundled up and crunching through the snow.
Although Annabelle doesn't seem to agree. :)