Even though it's April, and it really shouldn't be snowing, I've decided to relax for once and enjoy it.

It's the kind of snow that comes in fluffy chunks that float on the wind, not caring if they ever reach the ground.

Most of my day has been spent sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by windows full of drifting flakes. Curled up with the Mexican blanket and the duck-down comforter, reading a huge book. Cat snuggled in there somewhere.

The radiators knock softly in the background.

It's really quiet.