I blinked. I missed it. There was a break in the clouds. A winter storm moved out. And tben the next front rolled in.
Snow flakes fell silently, putting a fresh coat on everything.
Tonight the wind is howling.
Our guest and the stranded pilots are gone, leaving just a working crew behind.
Spring seems to be moved back a few days in our neck of the woods.
Will I be dreaming in color tonight? Of vibrant spring flowers, maybe?