Early this morning - just before 5 AM - I woke to the first snow of the season and my first snow as a resident of Philadelphia. Beneath the windows at the front of our row house, a few noble inches covered everything and diffused the yellow of the street lights into icy gold. Behind the house, even the regional rail tracks seemed marvelous. The swampy, cramped backyards of our block revealed a sort of mythic charm that I saw with clarity for the first time, and absolutely everything was quiet.
As ever, fabulous.