There’s nothing I love more about morning snowfall than the dark, sleepiness of the sky. Everything is more quiet and serene, almost as if the whole world should just hit snooze for 15 more minutes. Then of course, the snore of the plows awakens the white and the weary and it’s back to the grind once again. Working the night shift, I had the best of both worlds this morning. I was just sneaking back into bed as Boston stumbled out into what was sure to be a bear of a commute. Then after a brief hibernation,I was able to explore the fresh tundra before it became dark, slushy and terribly urban.