The snow outside is so pretty. I've always enjoyed just staring at the snow as it fell. Snow has this tendency to silence everything. Its just quieter when it's snowing. Probably partly because there are less cars out, but it also seems to be a barrier to sound. You feel like you should be tiptoeing around. It's a shame I have to drive in it. Living so close to work, its kind of hard to say, sorry I can't make it to work today. Someone would just come pick me up. My favorite part of winter is when Sherlock makes me get up at like four in the morning and we go outside and see the untouched blanket of snow. No one has wiped off their car yet, no tire tracks in the parking lot. The trees are dusted with snow like powdered sugar. Of course, shortly after seeing this beauty Sherlock goes out into the snow and makes a yellow dent in it.
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