Excuse my excitement, but I love snow, and we don’t get to see much of it in winter where I live — rarely more than a day on average each winter. Well, it seems like this was this particular winter’s occasion: Last night, when I was already on the point of going to bed, I saw thick flakes falling in the light of the street lamps outside. A quick check confirmed that, unnoticed by me, it had to have started snowing quite a while ago, as already the trees and the sidewalk were covered by a layer several inches thick. So instead of going to bed (and much to my cats’ consternation), I decided on an impromptu nighttime walk, camera in hand (if only in my neighborhood, given the hour).
“Ummm … mom? What are you doing out there?
And what’s so special about this white stuff anyway?”
I was glad I did go out last night, though, because this morning it had already begun to melt again, and even though it was topped up a bit during the day, by this evening it was all gone. This is what was left this morning: