|Chipping sparrow surveys the scene.|
The snow began falling before dawn in a cold, sleety curtain. The browns and grays of our view into the forest changed to white and steel. Now the gray sky is whirling toward us as a storm of feather down.
The outdoorsy son, Porter, is wandering in it, testing the too-cold crystals for sledding and snowballability. The indoorsy son, Nico, is on his computer. "I'll go out after lunch," he declares.