Well, it happened.
We got the six inches of snow we were promised.
Not just a ploy to sell more bread and milk as I sometimes suspect here in the land of it may or may not snow... for years.
Here in Greensboro, when it does snow, we go hog wild. Sledding and snowball fights are the norm... sometimes in bare feet.
Businesses close for the day. Roads are sometimes impassable. We're OK with it because as I said, it doesn't happen often.
We simply carry on at a slower pace,
enjoying the pretty sights.
Trying to permanently imprint the beauty in our memories, because we never know when it will happen again.