I saw my first snow flakes Saturday night.

[Yonnie3]

For me that first snow I see is an notable event.

We had worked a wedding party in Chevy Chase, MD. It was cold and windy with gusts pushing the van side to side on I-495 and I-66. Around 2 am we pulled into the Gainsville, VA Wawa for coffee and doughnuts, the traditional roadie fare for late night drives. Of course they never seem to have doughnuts when we arrive, but that's another story. The heavens let loose and snow flurries swirled around and around like dust devils. We paused for a few minutes and watched them before we headed south. My brother fell asleep, so I was all alone driving, but kept company by his snores. Every few minutes a flurry would swirl around again in my headlights. It was very pretty and ethereal.

OK. I'm done. I've had my snow flake fix. Come on Spring!

[liberal N proud]

1. In Cleveland it was 75 on Friday at 6 pm, 34 and snow by Saturday morning

I have had it, I am moving south.

No seriously, I am moving to a much warmer climate. I can't take another Cleveland winter.

[dhill926]

2. The People's Republic of California....

would warmly welcome you...

[femmocrat]

3. You are a really good writer!

That paragraph reads like an opening to a novel. Has me wondering what happened next!

[Yonnie3]

4. Next ...

That was really the high point, but here is the end of the night.

I was only two or three minutes from home when the rail crossing gates came down in front of me. What a hassle. I was so tired. That ten minutes of empty coal cars going west was torture. The clackety clack of the rail cars going by and the heater blasting warm air nearly lulled me to sleep. I countered that by gathering my flotsam up, which was scattered in the front of the van. Black hoodie, GAK bag, GPS, garment bag and my trash. I double parked the van at my house and exited it quickly since all my gear was ready. I woke my brother so he could take over driving and continue to his home. He didn't seem refreshed by his two hour nap.

I headed through the yard, shivering and leaving a trail of fog from my breath. Getting to the porch I dumped my gear on the bench and searched my pockets for the damn house key with no luck. I finally found it clipped to the shoulder strap of the GAK bag. I had hooked it there when I left home more than 15 hours earlier. It was hooked there so that I wouldn't have to search for it when I got home.

Now thoroughly chilled, because I didn't put on the hoodie, I entered the house and no one was stirring. The dog opened one eye briefly and then ignored me. I shed my clothes and got in bed hoping for a long and easy sleep, but I had caught an ear worm at the gig and "... Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me, ohh? I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar ..." echoed endlessly in my ears.