This morning

Bleak sky. Sleet salts the wounds. Stiff muscles object to movement and stillness alike. The hourly forecast's long line of pencil sketched clouds and rain, snow, wind -- 24 in a row before a painted sun.

Comments

[Roberta]

I heard it was going to be cold out your way. Stay warm!

[Leslee]

Thanks, Roberta. We've been in denial this fall with warmer than usual weather. We're getting a serious reality check now!