Snowfall

It’s nominally the first day of Spring but outside the window there is the most intense, gentle snowfall. As I said in the beginning, I’m very fond of winter. (My fondness is not shared by my wife, who is at this point extremely tired of the cold.)

I’m learning ever more about my trade. The craft consumes much of my time, and I let it go quiet here. Any day now I expect to tell everything; I am certainly closer than I have ever been (at least until I see someone else’s designs and my confidence is shaken until I remember the water).