I spent the last hour shoveling snow. The white, powdery, fluffy stuff that makes Colorado famous. I was all alone in the neighborhood shoveling and watching the still falling flakes lightly cover up the places I'd already been. The only sound was the echo of my shovel scraping the concrete. It was a lovely way to spend an hour. So, as an ode to Colorado snow this morning...
I spy with my Etsy eye a...
flurry.
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