The sky is that soft gray only this kind of weather can bring to the dark of night; the white stuff glistens in the streetlights and E just said, "Every time I look out the window, I do a doubletake." We just can't believe it's actually snowing. Here in Western Washington, where we only have about one snowplow for the whole city, and already used up our allotment of sand and salt back in December. And I'm not talking about a few pretty flakes here and there, melting before it lands. Not it's really coming down, blanketing streets, trees and our big lug, Jackson who doesn't move very quickly and ends up with a thorough coating on his back. Are you kidding me? I'm still itching and flaking on my peeling back. My face is tanned and freckled, and that week away made me long for summer. Somehow I think God got His signals crossed. He must have thought I was wishing for a white Christmas. Oh that's right, we had a white Christmas this year. And we got so sick of snow, we were over it far before it melted. The last thing we expected when we woke up in typical 40 degree rain, was that before the sun set, the temp would be in the twenties and the rain would have morphed to hale then snow in rapid succession (in fact, while I was standing outside in my hooded sweatshirt, throwing tennis balls for Jamaica!). Now we have over two inches, and I'm not sure it's close to stopping.
Can I just say, I'm wishing I was still in Mexico.