I briskly escaped the parking lot of work just as the snow was starting to stick Friday evening.
I ventured, carefully across the slick parking lot, up the ramp toward the tall pines that protected my car's resting place from accumulating snow.
I'm glad forty-five miles away, safe at home, it is clear skies with only a cloud in the sky.
I am still in awe of the magic of weather.
Have fun.
*winter