Lizzy was bouncing off the walls with the excitement of going back to school. Em was quietly resigned. Off they went, walking in the dark, up to the school bus through the falling snow.
I, meanwhile, set off to Hinesburg to spend a quiet day of writing at Coyote Ridge, Sharon's peaceful home.
It had snowed all day down at Long Point. Before I left, I had scattered birdseed, and the garden had been full of birds in my absence.