Dippin' Dots

As I was getting ready to leave Gallery Cuvee tonight after attending a friend's art opening, there were a couple of pops of thunder and a couple of flashes of lightning. Then snow. Snow falling from the sky in fierce little balls, much like an explosion of styrofoam pellets from a bean bag. Or Dippin' Dots.

Strangely, driving home on snow covered streets, I felt at peace. I say strange because I often have a fairly acute case of snow anxiety. Maybe it is the fact that I'll not be getting up at dark thirty in the morning that leaves me at peace. Or the fact that after living here four years I'm finally getting comfortable being here.

But I still miss the azaleas, hydrangeas, wisteria, and gardenias.