There was a light dusting of snow on my truck when I walked out of my house to come to work today. Nothing on the ground, nothing still falling, but the street lamps showed that every vehicle in sight huddled under a thin white shawl. I could blow it off the window as I keyed my door open.
It made me smile a little. It'll probably all be gone by the time the sun shows its face fully above the horizon, and there will be many who never saw it, but I'm glad I did. Leaving a temperate climate like this one for a more tropical destination, however briefly enjoyed, is made so much more satisfying by carrying with me the knowledge that I leave just as Winter's first real presence makes itself known. The pleasure in both leaving here and arriving there is magnified. I'm going to wear my shorts and sandals to the airport, no matter what the weather's like.
Our plane is "wheels up" for Cuba at 8 AM tomorrow morning. See y'all in a week!