Voluntarily snowbound

Madame L continues to taunt me (but I know she means it in a nice way) with reports of how much better the weather is in the Bay Area than in my frozen neck of the woods.

However. The other day I had parked my car on the street overnight, returning the next day to find it under several inches of snow. It was a wet snow, so all of the windows were covered, including the door windows. I got in to retrieve the scraper/sweeper, but instead, without really thinking, I just closed the door and sat there. It was quiet on the street, like it usually is during a snowfall, and inside the car the snow blocking the windows made for a sort of peaceful twilight. It was very relaxing to sit there for a while in the quiet half light.

Or maybe studying for the upcoming board exam just has me entirely too stressed out.