the calm before the storm. snow will fall as we wake tomorrow. i am anxious to step out into the white and breath in the fresh. to see these branches and fence posts struggle to uphold piles of new wet snow. to pull on the gloves and rubber boots to handle the shovel and hear the scrape scrape. a refreshing of our current winter is coming. and now we lie in wait, eyes turned upward as the sky darkens each new moment.