None of which bears out this week.
It's been chilly here; that wet, bone-drilling cold San Franciscans know all too well. Then the temperature started dropping, and I feared the start to a pointless, unpleasant season of rainy, freezing miserable weather.
And then it snowed this morning.
The everyday landscape outside my window is transformed, and even the church bells I hear every Sunday at noon seemed a bit more magical today.
My biggest hope is that "they" continue to be wrong, and that the snow is a regular visitor this winter. (Or at a minimum, sticks around for the opening of the Christmas markets tomorrow...)
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