D.C.'s Frozen Cherry Blossoms!

I wake up to snow today! I was hoping we could go to see the famous cherry blossoms in D.C. but it's not in the cards I guess! I move in the bed and hear the little girl calling her dad to kiss her twenty times before she would come to our bed. It is cold outside and reminds me of a poem by Verya Mazhar:

... instead of coffee or tea
one has to drink anti-freeze every morning.
But there is also a warm place
a place to cozy up,
to replicate hot meanings…