I was reading in one of my journals that in late December 2007, we were at the beach. It was actually in the high sixties, and reached seventy one day. I could sure use some of that beach weather now.
Actually, this morning felt like spring. The snow had fallen in the night as quietly as powdered sugar falling from an unattended cupboard. Sometimes a snow can slow things down. Sometimes it stops Old Man Winter in his tracks. And for a few hours, there was no wind. Only the stillness of the beauty that covered the earth. And people came out.
And then the wind came back and everyone went inside.
See all snow photos from around the area at the newspaper's photo gallery site - link on right.
