I went out into my snowy yard on Monday morning in just a pair of board shorts to take a cold plunge … and then remembered that I don’t have a cold plunge.

But it sure was pretty. Something about a snowfall without wind is truly magical. Snow absorbs sound. Without the howling wind and maybe some construction crews taking a few hours off, the Island was truly quiet and peaceful. It would have been really nice if we had a waist-high longboard wave Monday, but there was barely a ripple out there.