I woke up this morning and saw this:
We are in the early part of Spring, and yet there would be mornings like this that makes one think about how fickle the weather is in Calgary.
It’s more glaring to me because I came from a tropical country, the Philippines, where the only change in seasons that we know is hot weather and rainy season.
By noon the snow would have melted. And then it would be what my wife and I call “yucky road”, when the melting snow mixes with road dirt and become some form of road slush before finally drying up.
Darn, I just had my car washed yesterday!