There is more snow on the way. I told my husband in September that we would have a lot of snow this winter, he couldn't figure how I knew and I couldn't tell him but I did know. If only my intuition was this accurate with lottery numbers.
Snow no longer holds the excitement for me that it once did; having lived in Alaska has cured me of ever wanting to see another snowflake. I only want snow on Christmas day, just enough to dust the ground and make the holiday festive.