On my way out earlier this evening, it began snowing. The soft, drifting kind that sticks but not for too long. The wind had picked up when I was about halfway to my destination. Where Grove is the cross-street and I turn onto Whitney. (I'd first noticed the flakes while on what I believe might've been Wall St., I no longer remember, but it was ( Read more... )

My phone had the temperature at quarter to 6 in the low 60s. Sitting now at Union Station, the Guardian's homepage, geolocating, has it in the high 50s. When I left the apartment complex, dawn cut gold and purple under the bulbous clouds in the sky. The leaves will turn soon. Hopefully. The NFL regular season begins this Thursday. Panthers in ( Read more... )