Blizzard 2013 – a rare interlude

City plows have made a token pass down our street, scooping out a rut the width of a sedan.  It will probably be tomorrow before we're plowed and shovelled out. For now, the neighborhood is breathtakingly beautiful. Tranquil. Pristine.  No distant sounds from Route 128.  Very quiet and peaceful. My mind has taken a cue from what's outside.  I'm content to read …

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