I suppose it was inevitable...
...that winter would eventually come calling.
The view outside of my studio/office left no doubt,
with its ice covered walkways and streets.
Everything was covered in a frozen, icy-white glaze.
It was clear that sanders and salters had worked through the night.
By early morning, the warmth from inside the house had started melting the ice from the windows.
I prefer snow to the treacherous, slick sleet and ice.
Only about three more months of this, thank goodness.
Thoughts of spring will carry me through.
(who does not enjoy winter, in case that wasn't apparent :)