While a lot of folks back in the US of A are preparing for sand…
We were waking up to snow!
The forecasts called for it, but I didn’t believe it. (I’m a weather skeptic.)
When I moved from Michigan (land of snow forts and puffy jackets) to Texas (land of deserts and cowboys) in 1994, I started wishing for snow on my birthday every year.
It’s probably no surprise that I never got that wish. Until now. Sure, it’s two days late and it took 18 years to happen, but I’ll take it as an answered birthday wish all the same.
Thank you, birthday gods, for the first snow of the year!*