A lot of people like to watch the snow fall through the window, while cozy inside. I am among them. Yes watching from fireside would be better, but you can't have everything. I have generous central heat, and for this I am grateful. I remember the drafty old house of my youth all too well—jumping out of bed to put my clothes on the radiator, then jumping back in bed til they warmed up and dressing under the covers. It wasn't Little House on the Prairie (it was Big House in the Burbs), but I still don't like the cold. Unless it's outside with precipitation, and then there's nothing like it.
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