It’s 14 degrees as I write this post. The furnace is struggling. It’s gonna be another caffeinated day (see post below). But I’m thinking not of the blue sky and the bright sunshine that accompany these frigid temps. I’m thinking about snow and the rumors of snow.

A couple nights ago, someone I had just met casually mentioned “and then there’s the weekend.”

“What about the weekend?” I asked. In the D.C. metro area you never know what might be happening.

“The snowstorm,” she said, and then showed me the weather app on her phone, which displayed a snow icon for Sunday with “18 to 20 inches” beside it.

“Don’t cancel your plans yet,” noted the Capital Weather Gang, my go-to meteorological source. Check us out on Thursday. We’ll know more then.

I will. Until then. I’ll imagine snow and rumors of snow.

(A wan world awaits. From a November 2019 trip to Shenandoah National Park.)