It started as big, wet flakes. That was about 24 hours and 12 inches ago. Now the skies are filled with a fine wintry powder and the scene outside my front door is nice to look but I'm glad that no driving is required of me today. That is until this evening and my wife and I will visit her father. Here's to hoping the county snow crews are able to clear our path to his rural home. 
My neighbor John, fired up his new snowblower yesterday afternoon and cleared my walks and my other neighbor Danny help to clear my driveway, without a snowblower. But the new snow has left me with another 4 or 5 inches to clear again.
When it comes to neighbors, I really am fortunate. Blessed, even. John is probably one of the most sincere and genuine people I know. A soft spoken man with an affinity for people of all types and a passion for family and riding. John is the one who rode with me to Wyoming last summer, an act that was not lost on Teresa since she feared my demise on a solo adventure.
The 10 days I spent riding with John last year gave me only glimpse of what a truly generous and caring person he is, devoting his time and expertise (mechanic, carpenter, taxi driver) to charities, family and friends, like me.
But, enough reminiscing about warmer (and dryer) times. My snow covered sidewalks are calling my name. That may have been what jerked me off my bike and out of 80º F temps and back to reality. Besides, I'm sure my letter carrier will appreciate less slippery footing, at least on my share of walkway. (12 inches or so ain't so bad compared to 30 inches in Washington DC!!)
Spring really can't come soon enough.
