Snow. In Columbus, GA. It was a bit wet, but it stuck to everything. Winkin didn't like the snow. Bert didn't either, but Winkin's picture was better.
Snow in the south is an experience, for the animals as well as the residents. Everything closed. Some waited for the storm to arrive, but they closed when the snow started falling. Many of my fellow residents panic at the thought of driving on the white stuff. They hurried home to batten down the hatches until the sky and ground cleared. And then there are those that took to the roads, tempting the fates by speeding or swerving onto the roadside.
Fear or trill, the snow was short lived, as it always is down here. Maybe next year we'll get snow that lasts for more than a day.
