First Snow, New Glass

First real snow of the season—the heavy, wet kind that sticks to your boots and reminds you this isn’t a drill.

Yesterday I finally pulled the cardboard out of a broken window, glazed in new glass, and swapped the fried outlet my little heater murdered. Now it’s 20°F outside and a balmy 60° inside, which feels like luxury.

I’m weirdly in love with Cincinnati weather. Wild temp swings, 30° in a day. Short sleeves in the morning, sweater by night. Every day a small, meteorological jump scare.