Thundersnow.
Friday evening snow squall. I sipped a glass of Pinot Noir and watched the snowflakes fall gazing out the big windows. I was up early this morning and slipped into the delightfully hot spa before 7 a.m. My coffee cup melted a neat disk through the snow on the tabletop next to the spa. After fifteen or twenty minutes, I took the dog for a walk on the property, crunching the thin crust of snow with each step. I was in shorts and slippers with a sweatshirt, but my skin was still radiating the hundred degree heat and I was confortable for a very long time.
Sunshine this morning has melted most everything before one in the afternoon.
Change is fast.
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