Thursday, October 12, 2006

First Snow

It snowed today! We drove through pockets of sunlight and through snow squalls this afternoon on the way to the university. For much of the afternoon snow fell on our campus, big white flakes. It was windy and cold. I was happy.


Erin said...

Hi, Theresa:

This entry makes me think of a short piece you wrote about snow in the south--I love that piece!

Glad you enjoyed the snowfall. We haven't had any in Cincinnati yet!

Erin :-)

dreaminglily said...

We had amazingly weird weather here. HUGE snowflakes and then sun, and then rain, then hail lol

It was incredibly odd.

Beautiful though. Hope you enjoyed yours!


Cynthia said...

Oh, snow! Yes, a very good reason to feel happy.

V said...

Aw, it`s so nice to sit here and relax.

Vicky said...

Snow - hmm - glad you can enjoy it. As for me, I shall appreciate it from a distance!




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