Well, it would appear Jack Frost has decided we need a little more excitement around here. I walk out this morning, and the sun is shining. It's beautiful. I can go to school without wearing a scarf. Then I spend three hours in the basement of the Humanities building, and when I come out, it's snowing. And it's the perfect kind of snow, too, the big, fluffy, heavy stuff, the kind you catch on your tongue!
So while unexpected, I really loved seeing the snow again. It's absolutely beautiful!
Fare thee well, friend!