you bring your car to work, I’ll bring my (snow)board

I must have been dozing during the seemingly endless drive back from Southern RI when I overheard the front seat conversation in piecemeal: “…33 degrees…looks like snow…”
Sure enough, it was accumulating on the highway shoulder, and the cars joining us from recent on ramps had enough white stuff on their hoods and trunks to have been cleaned off with an ice scraper. The steady pitter of rain on the windshield transitioned to silence as the flakes got bigger and bigger.
Was this a fluke early nor’easter? A sign of impending Arctic doom? Now wide awake, my mind raced with thoughts both happy (snowboarding!) and confused (hanging up my bike for the year before daylight savings??).

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