the corner office

I spoke too soon! A week later, the weekend after New Year's, I woke up in the middle of the night to see Ronwen staring out the window. It was snowing heavily, a white blanket over everything. "That's awesome," I thought, "it's going to be so beautiful in the morning" as I drifted off.

But of course, no. At some point in the night the weather turned, the temperature rose quickly and heavy snow became heavy rain, and by the next morning when I got up, nothing was left but a few patches in the lee of the house, and an hour later, even those were gone. It was, in fact, so not-snowy that I decided that it wasn't worth writing about yet, hopefully just a footnote to a snow report later in the winter (which, I realise, it sort-of now is).

This week, the cold snap continued. The weather forecasts had threatened snow and sleet, and it rained a bit, but nothing counting as real snow. Until Wednesday night, when it started coming down heavily again. We've been listening to a recent BBC radio version of The Dark is Rising this past week, and super fittingly, Wednesday night's listening was done with the lights off, the blinds open and snow coming down and blowing around the street lamps. Wonderful.

(Previously)