Snow - and Memories

I woke this morning and was surprised to see a dusting of snow on the ground. Ah well, it's the first of December, I thought, and was glad that it was likely to be melted by mid-day.

Except that now it's mid-day and it's coming down thick and fast, with no sign of stopping.

I'm glad I'm home, that it's the weekend and I don't have to worry about getting to work -- or not. I wish, however, that the wolfling was with me and not twenty miles away. On the bright side, her father grew up on the east coast and knows how to drive in snow.

( Snow also brings back memories. . .  )