It is so beautiful out there right now.  There are lights on the main road but both the long mews drive and my steep little hill are dark . . . except they aren't.  There's moon behind the cloud and the white snow lights up amazingly.  And it's all new and fresh and . .. white.  This entirely mundane little town is a fairyland, just like the stories.  We might have found ourselves in Lothlorien.*  

. . . Phew.  And that was a brief flicker of power outage.  No, no, I want my broadband.** ...