During morning chore time a "wintry mix" was falling from the sky. This is what the weather people call it when a mix of rain, snow, sleet come down. It made a pattering sound as it bounced off my warm coat, and melted coldly on my hair, running down my neck in chilly rivulets. Shortly after I finished taking care of the animals, the mix changed to snow.
I had a full day of grooming planned, but several people had already called to arrange to come another day. My first two customers, however, are intrepid Mainers, and both showed up promptly, dogs in tow. The snow came down thick and heavy. My entire grooming studio is fronted in glass, and I felt like I was working in a snow globe.
I do love a good storm.