It was truly weird. I walked out of a building on a recent Saturday, and the air felt, well, snowy. It smelled like snow, too. I dismissed my thoughts as crazy, because the temperatures were in the mid-40s, and even though the sky was overcast, it would more likely rain.
Later that afternoon, we were preparing to go out as a family. It had started to rain as we opened the garage door, but I realized that it wasn’t rain, it was sleet. We debated which car to take – after all, Virginia has no snow equipment to speak of. After deciding to take the Subaru, I went back into the garage to get an umbrella. At that point I heard my daughter shouting that it was snowing.
Maybe some instincts on weather just don’t go away, no matter how long you have lived away from the place where they were caused?
Photo by thisreidwrites
Would be nice if you could send some of it back to where you got your instincts… Been kind of a rainy winter around here…