It has been quite warm on the East Coast. But Saturday evening, I flew into Minneapolis to see my friends Robert and Andrea. Sunday morning I looked out the back door, everything looked white, and the snow was still coming down hard!
I had remembered snow, despite our lack of it last winter. But I had forgotten how monochromatic everything looks on a snowy day.
By the time we went outside, there was at least 7 inches of snow on the ground.
Robert and Andrea were very brave to squint into the snowstorm for me to take their picture
but mostly we slogged along through the fresh snow, through the local park (another thing I forgot: that Minneapolis has great little parks scattered everywhere).
We walked around a small lake, peering through the mist to the shrouded shapes on the opposite side.
We came back to the warm house
and Robert showed off his tremendous snowblowing skills (despite appearances he was not actually covering his neighbor's car with snow).
Sunday night we went out to a great restaurant downtown, recently opened, as the snow continued to come down.
This morning we woke up to clear blue skies and the temperature at 10 degrees and dropping. Now I'm sitting at my computer back in Guilford, Connecticut; outside it's foggy and around 50 degrees. If we don't get some winter on the East, I'm going to have to go back to Minnesota!
