I'm longing for snow.
And it may be that there will be some snow to be seen, as I'll be traveling north with the children starting tomorrow morning.
However, snow is escaping towards north because of the warm weather and rain, so even though today there is 10-20 cm of snow where we will be going, it will be certainly less snow later this week. And because of the rain I don't have much hope of skiing either. Perhaps it is better to leave the skis home and prepare for walking instead.
(Posting title is from the poem The Blue Booby by James Tate.)
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