We are lucky. All we've received overnight is perhaps 1 to 2 inches of snow.
The eastern part of the Northeast United States is under blizzard warnings. We aren't.
But still, we long for spring. Who wouldn't?
These are the tracks of our tears. Or, more to be exact, the tracks of pigeons in downtown Binghamton, New York on a dusting of fresh snow this past Friday.
We can also get something called graupel, which may derive from a German word for "pearl barley" or a slavic word "krupa", meaning the same thing (according to a Google search). But no, I won't call it "snowpoop".
Again, we are the lucky ones.
Tomorrow, normally my "Winter Wonders", I am going to blog about "Pi Day". So, my Winter Wonders post is a day early.
Please, winter, could this be the end? Kindly check the calendar, and advise.
Millions of people.