It looked like a huge snowstorm yesterday. The snowflakes were flying and for a few minutes, we had a whiteout. I could barely see across the street. By the time 5pm rolled around, you could barely tell anything had happened. There wasn’t even anything to shovel off the walk. It had all melted by the evening.

That’s how this winter has been. There has been a lot of hype, but not a lot of snow. I’m grateful for it, really. If this had been one of those “buried in snow” winters, we might have decided to move to San Diego after all. It’s like my city knows when it’s on thin ice.