It snowed again. Most of the day, we stayed huddled inside watching the snow pile even higher and the icicles drip longer and longer. After Dwayne was done throwing all the newly fallen snow, we visited our neighbors across the street who gave us homemade bread, their annual tradition. Then, we took the five minute drive to the coffee shop. Dwayne got a "medium coffee, cream and four Splenda," his reward for all that work in the cold. On the way home, we stopped at the big hill and took Norah sliding again. The snow was packed perfectly, the sunset was stunning, it reflected pretty colors off the white ground. All was quiet, expect for other families laughing as they went speeding down the slope and faint Christmas carols coming from a home somewhere down the street. Once it was dark, we came home for hot chocolate and homemade cookies.