Weather Update

Eh. Puddles.

What this morning was a freshly fallen blanket of white snow on top of three previous days of sparkling snowfall has, in a matter of hours, transformed into a brownish river of ice water,  which cascades down the streets and catches the glare of the headlights of cars seated with sour drivers. We were all so keen on a proper snow. The rise from -10° to +3° makes it feel much warmer than it actually is. I started the day off wearing an ear-flap hat and warm mittens, and by 1pm I was loosening my scarves and settled for a headband and thin gloves. Walking down the sidewalk with Hanna, I proclaimed, "it's so warm!" And she gave me a funny look, because there was still some probably-not-anymore-snow on the ground and my breath fogged in the air. Temperature is all relative. Everything is, actually. All of a sudden the sidewalks of our neighborhood are lined with green grass again, and my neighbor's snowman is now only two-balled, his carrot in a slushy puddle at his were-feet. Winter, won't you please stay! This morning I couldn't make out where path to the front door of Atelier started and where it turned into lawn. It was all just a fluffy cover of dry white. After just three hours, it was merely a cold soup of dead leaves, grass and chunks of ice. Ice and puddles. Ice and rivers. Ice and darkness. Hmmm, the darkness had been easing up in the snowlight, but now it's back to being wet and black. Ah, well. There's always next week for snowmen and ice skating. Let's hope it comes back and stays. I am praying for a white Christmas, -10°C and dry. Pretty please with snowflakes on top.