Snow dusts the streets of Richmond.
I never expected to see snow this soon in the South. The leaves still live on some of the trees. Having moved from Massachusetts, I thought that here, the flakes would hold off longer. Spending part of the autumn traveling through the steamy Middle East likewise confused me. My body may not track with the changes, but the flurries make for a sweet little baptism: I have been here for a season, a good one.