As I write this we have something like two-and-a-half or almost three inches of snow on the ground. It is supposed to continue off and on. There are just a few flurries here and there now. Earlier there was an urgent rate of snowfall. The clouds had a date, and there was much brushing of the shoulders.
I heard someone say to a friend “You’re wearing Chacos!”
The friend said “I didn’t know the snow would be this cold!”
And I wept for the future. And the tears froze on my face, because it is cold.
Actually, we’ve hovered just above freezing for hours. That could make the overnight interesting.
This morning everything else had closed up, but our campus held out until the mid-afternoon. They were hoping against hope, but you just knew the feeling was in the air. Then, after lunch, came the word.
My afternoon class was canceled. The weather has closed the campus for four business days in the first three weeks of school. It has been a crazy semester, but a pretty, wet, snow. At least the roads have been passable.
In the evening came the snow:
Overnight will come, possibly, the ice.
