It was predicted. It was not unexpected. It was inevitable. It was never beyond the realm of impossible. It was quite a sight when I woke up in the morning. If you think I am talking about Trump….you’re wrong.
No, instead, I am thinking about snow. The white blanket has returned. Barely enough to announce its presence, and certainly not nearly enough to ski on. However, it is a clear indication that as all Game of Thrones fans have heard before. Winter is coming.
Normally the first snowfall happens when I am at work and the audible shrieks of delight or confusion or just plain wonder escape my students lips. For some of them, this will be the first time they have ever seen snow. Now, before it gets truly cold and before the snow makes slush piles on the road, they will be happy. I wonder how they will feel in January.