The snow is no longer a rumor; it’s a reality. It’s also buried under the sleet that fell on top of it, pelting it, falling and falling and falling some more. A day’s worth of sleet atop a night’s worth of snow.

Here from my office window I see a world that is cold and white. Not as cold as it will be tomorrow, when we’ll wake up to 3 degrees or some other single digit. Or even as cold as will be later today, when the winds pick up. But cold enough to keep the world white for the next week.

I want to enjoy it, but this is a snow to be endured. Crispy, crusty, and without the softening that winter precipitation can sometimes give a hard, cold landscape.