It’s Tacoma’s first measurable snowfall all winter. Seven and a half inches and it’s still snowing. Mark and I took a walk this morning in the eerie silence. It was beautiful with the crunching sound beneath our feet and the jangling of chains on the wheels of a passing bus.
Snow days give us permission to stay in, relax, drink hot chocolate, and watch silly movies. But during COVID, we went outside when we didn’t have to. We connected with neighbors we haven’t seen in months, chatting from a distance as pathways are shoveled.
This was just what I needed.
Math in the Time of Corona 