It’s been a weird winter — weird enough that it feels wrong to call it “winter”. For most of this season, the weather around here has been solidly fall-like. It was even close to 80 degrees on Christmas day. But finally, this past weekend, we got some actual winter(ish) weather.
For the entire week before, we had been expecting at least 2 inches of snow on Friday night. I was prepared to wake up on Saturday morning to a winter wonderland. Instead I woke up to just a dusting of snow and a city coated in a layer of ice. And sub-freezing temperatures. It was disappointing, but my sister and I bundled up for our traditional Saturday morning walk to take in the ice.
There were only a handful of people out and about — it was so serene! My sister and I slipped and slid around until we were too cold to take it anymore. We even lucked into a 15-20 minute wait at The Flying Biscuit (unheard of!) and treated ourselves to a delicious brunch.
Now it’s back to highs in the 60s.