Wait, that’s not frosting, that’s… ice?
It’s official folks, I’m not in California anymore. All the perennial sludge puddles on the way to work today were frozen over, making interesting little white traces through the brickwork. It apparently snowed on New Year’s Day around 2AM, although I was sleeping soundly by that time — I know, I know, early for New Year’s festivities, but I had no plans.
Checking the weather, Vancouver is listed right now at 25F, a temperature my hometown of San Jose hasn’t scene since the last ice age, if that. Damn cold, if you ask me, damn cold indeed.