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.