This was the scene from my hotel room this afternoon in Nashville.  The snow was coming down pretty hard with winter storm warnings forecasted through the night.  As the snow fell and the ground became blanketed with the soft white covering, I found it really pretty . . .  in a both a “I hope I can still fly home tomorrow” as well as a “It’s pretty from the inside of my warm room” kind of way.

 

 

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