Our first snow has arrived in the early hours of the morning. I poured myself a cup of coffee, went into the living room and opened all the blinds to watch. I sat in the bay window listening to the flakes hit the window. It is a wet, icy snow. We may only get an inch but you rarely get what the weatherman predicts. First the flakes are large and seem to float in circles to the ground. The wind picks up and they turn to what looks more like ice crystals piercing their way to the ground. This time has given me a chance to figure out weather I should change my airline ticket to go out west and be with my mother. My sister from Chicago is leaving tomorrow and will keep me updated as to what I should do.
You might have noticed I have the weather on my mind as I misspelled it in an earlier sentenced.