Yesterday, I looked out the window of my daughter’s apartment for a long long while. It was drizzling and raining and the colors were as one would expect – brown and sad.
This morning I arrived in a Madison that was snow-covered, but not really. The skies were unremarkable and the branches had shaken off all that they could of the previous night’s snow.
I didn’t even bother taking a photo. It was that disheartening.