After the blizzard

This weekend we had a serious snow storm. Nicole and I stayed indoors for much of it. The next morning I got up and walked to the Green Bean, my favorite coffeehouse here. Here's what I saw:

This is right outside our apartment building.







As I crossed the bridge over the creek, I took this picture. You can see the creek opening into Lake Ontario, with geese resting on its frozen surface.






Here's the footing on the bridge, so I'm usually not far from the hand rail. I've also learned it's better to walk on soft snow, which this is, than hard ice.







A place in downtown to cool your heels and your shins and your entire backside.






After a few blocks I arrived at my oasis of warmth.

A few days later when I walked to the Green Bean I bundled up as usual only to find myself sweating by the time I arrived. Without realizing it, the temperature had risen above freezing. Funny, when I see snow, I assume it's freezing. But the snow is melting, albeit very slowly.

Now that the temperature has risen, I'm forced to conclude that the worst is behind us and that essentially winter is over. I should be wearing short sleeves and shorts in a few weeks, not so different from New Orleans. That wasn't so bad.