A Snow Show

I keep thinking I've seen the last of the snow and then it snows again. This is not a complaint. Even though I can't wait for the Cascade Lakes Highway to be clear of white stuff so we can get beyond Mt. Bachelor once again, I nonetheless will miss the snow falling in our neighborhood.

This latest dusting started late last night. When I went to bed I opened the blinds so that from my pillow I could watch it fall under the light of the streetlight. As I settled in for the silent display I could also hear a train blow its horn as it made its way through town. The tracks are just a couple of miles away. Just far enough to sound soft, even nostalgic. At less than half the distance the blare would likely be a burden. But tonight it's like being lulled to sleep by the slowing music of a windup snow globe.