The Snow That Never Was

It’s been a weird few days, here in Chicago. I’ve been tracking the storm system that’s moving its way across the US, having dumped a tremendous amount of snow on the West Coast already.

I’ve seen varying reports: we’re getting 1-3 inches, we’re getting 5-8 inches. It seems to change every few hours.

Liz and I went out to stock up on supplies, figuring we’ll be hit with some 6″+ of snow. The interesting thing: as much as the reports vary, everything points to us being in the 40’s the next day. So whatever snow accumulation we might get wouldn’t last long.

The day finally arrived today, and… well… nothing.

We had some flurries. Briefly. And we got a light dusting. But noting really stuck.

Which is a shame, because I was hoping for a small glimpse of snow, a small taste of winter. With the added security that it would be fleeting, with tomorrow’s warm temperatures.

March always catches me off guard, where I think Winter is over… but it’s not. I wonder though, if we’re now past the point of snow. It’s been an incredibly mild winter, almost disturbingly mild. And it’s that mildness that makes me wish for one last snowfall, before the world warms up.

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