more snow

And this morning it snowed. Not the slow fat snow that collects and piles up so that you can make snowmen and angels, but the thick cold wet snow that pelts your exposed skin and saturates your clothes with moist-cold. Jump ahead thirty seconds and it has stopped, just the cold wind remains. Five minutes later, the snow returns, blowing relentlessly with a backdrop of blue skies in the distance. Is the weather this schizophrenic anywhere else but in Michigan? I thought it was still early October. Two little birds sitting on a car tire, shivering in the wheel well had the same misconception that I did. My favorite part of the scene are the smart people. You know the ones who, even though they see this icy weather, still dress for the seventh of October. "It is October so I will wear a t-shirt and jeans!" But now the sun is out, the ground is drying, we are approaching our high of 48 degrees, and the bluebirds are hopping around trying to pull half frozen worms from the frosty ground.

Fall 2000