I know before opening my eyes she’s spread her white blanket of quiet over Tuesday. And when they open I see the brightness through the curtain. And I know for sure a cover like Christmas cake icing, pure delight, wraps our world today.
Downstairs, I open curtains to an unfamiliar garden. Different shapes draped in their 13.5 tog uncovered duvets. There’s the slow pop of snow compacting as a car travels tentatively down the road.
We eat breakfast huddled hopefully round the radio waiting for a school announcement. I’ve already googled but this is more fun.