It was predicted, coming down from Alaska, so at 12:30 I climb from my bed, walk to the window and check. Yes! There is snow. Jerry rouses a bit when I snug myself back beside him, and unable to restrain my enthusiasm, I say softly; “It’s snowing.” There is a muffled, indiscernible response.
At 3:30, I look again. At 5:00, I pull on my warm robe, slip my feet into fur-lined boot/slippers and walk to the kitchen. The thermometer outside the window reads 19 degrees!
It is still dark. I want to see the snow falling, so, in the front, I turn on the yard light and settle myself by the glass door. In the beams cast by the lamp I can see swirling snow and wisps of fog. I open the glass door and for a few minutes I let the cold air drift onto my face. At times the fog lifts, and across the lake, I see a scattering of lights, then they are gone again, extinguished now by the fog and the gathering snow.
It is quiet. I hear no snow plows, nor the moving about of neighborhood cars. Tranquil and unspoiled ends a winter night here in Crestline, for now comes the greyed dawn.
At 6:00, I measure coffee beans, pour in the water, press a button and within minutes, I catch the tantalizing aroma of Starbucks. Soon Jerry joins me and together we sit before the glass doors that give to a winter panorama of beauty here in the mountains of southern California.