Officially bringing winter with it.
So maybe it actually arrived yesterday.
Sometime between 4 and 8:30 in the morning.
Which I only know because when I got home at a ridiculously late hour (to be expected when you agree to meet up with friends who live over an hour away) the snow had not yet started falling. When I got up and opened my blinds at 8:30 though - it had already blanketed the ground.
Prompting me to close the blinds and crawl right back into bed.
To be fair - Jack also made a surprise early appearance Saturday. Which put a fast end to any drinking I had otherwise planned on doing, but still left me curled up with the heating pad most of the day yesterday.
I may be feeling worlds better lately, but let's face it - visits from Jack are never going to be fun.
And that explains why I didn't actually get out to experience the first snow until today.
When I sat and watched 3 different cars fishtail over the same patch of ice at the gas station, only to pull away and do the exact same thing myself.
You've got to love that first snow.
I'm still hoping for a few more inches though. Something to completely cover up any dead foliage still attempting to poke through. It just isn't quite as pretty as it should be when the snow is only barely covering the ground. Plus, there's something kind of satisfying about the crunch of a good bit of snow under your feet, which we just don't quite have yet.
Here we are though - October 31st.
Winter.
The start of at least 5 more months of this white stuff on the ground.
At which point, I can pretty much guarantee I will no longer be yearning for that satisfying crunch of snow.
But for now, I might as well enjoy it while I can.
You know - before the novelty wears off and I find myself once again jonesing for summer.
A moment that will likely occur sometime next week.
