I have to admit something. I was hoping to wake up this morning to a blue-crisp sky, a sheen of crust across the snow on my driveway, and a promise of spring skiing. The forecast is calling for sun and temps in the 40s up here at Crystal. Tomorrow looks even warmer. Can you say short sleeves and ball caps with 54 degrees predicted.
But that’s not what I saw out my apartment window. (Just for the record there’s only ONE window that I can currently see the sky out of, and that’s the laundry room window. Everything else is covered in snow. It’s beginning to feel like a cave in here.)
Instead of clear skies, we’ve got a layer of fog. Little flakes of snow are falling. Satellite images show a bank of clouds moving to the east with clearing behind. My fingers are crossed.