called, last night

It's supposed to snow every day this week but Wednesday, and not get above freezing at all, so needless to say, I'm pretty excited. There's nothing I like better than listening to Elliot Smith, while watching the snow fall. Or watching The Notebook while holding Eddie in my arms, while Leia cries a river mostly onto the couch but a little onto my shirt. Somehow, the snow gives everything more meaning, more significance, which, I suppose is why I love it. It's like a song that goes with a movie, the images alone could never have the power without the song, and sometimes that's how I think of snow.