It's snowing.

Big fat flakes.

It rained all morning, rained hard and sideways, and S & I walked four blocks to go eat lunch and got soaking wet.

At one o'clock the rain turned to snow, white northern air pushing down and swirling with flurries. I did not expect it, since yesterday felt balmy and wet.

Throughout the office people are sing-songing, "It's snow-ing!" and it is great cause for excitement, people talking about hot-buttered rum and the woodstove and long-johns.

It is snowing and the air temperature continues to drop. Some say we'll get three inches, some say it won't stick, that the rain will return, that it will all be gone by tomorrow.

I'm an optimist.

And it's snowing.