Seasonal Surrender

Today, fourteen inches of snow fell. Tonight, we're due for up to another seven inches. And as I tap out these words, thunder and lightning fill the night sky. Winter, you win. All I ask before throwing in the metaphorical towel is a lingering soak to coddle my shoveling-strained muscles. The Origin tub, with its ample deck [the better to hold a glass of wine and a good book] looks like a most suitable spot for just that.