I drove into work today at 10:30 in the midst of a snow storm. I crawled through the Pennsylvania half of my trip that usually takes 24 minutes in 68 and by the time I crested the Scudders Falls bridge my car had a two in layer of ice on it. Entering Jersey, the hatred and loathing of the native folk must have heated the air as snow had turned to rain. I enter my work parking lot as the only vehicle bespeckled with snow. Visitors were stunned, padestrians awestruck by the visage of wintery hoarfrost sent like a timetraveler to show what was to come.
Come darkest winter, I will strap palm leaves to my car and drive with a wreath in my hair to be met as Freya, God of Spring.