Some of us remember that as an old joke defining PhD, but in Woodinville, it’s the scene outside after a night’s snowfall. I’m on the plane back to the UK tomorrow, but got out with Wyatt (daughter’s pooch) for an early-morning walk. The snow collects int eh evergreens in endless patterns, and the early light suffuses everything in blue light with red backlights in the sky.
We took a good long walk, clicking away. Good thing: by afternoon it was all starting to melt.
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