Last week in Dallas we hit a high of 71 degrees. But now as I write, snow falls outside my window. It's 13 degrees. That beautiful muffled sound that only snow can bring fills the air and is interrupted only by the occasional sound of metal on metal - cars sliding around in the distance. Perhaps today, inspired by the snow, I'll do something quiet like read and sip coffee. And perhaps I'll do something dangerous too, like make art.