I love the way the light changes when there's snow on the ground.
I wake up just before the sun and my room glows blue, glows gray.
I wasn't ready for the snow last night. I assumed the slush of passing cars was from rain, but I was wrong.
These past two days I've enjoyed near perfect fall weather, the faint bite of cold at my cheeks.
I wasn't ready for the snow last night.
Eleven days left.